Robin: No, we are not letting you gamble all our money away.
Barney: Umm, it is not gambling if you absolutely know that you are going to win.
[Upon realizing that she gambled away her engagement ring during a drunken black-out]
Lois: No, listen to me Oliver: I know that I would never gamble on something that is this important to me unless I knew it was a sure thing!
When I resolve "I will not play with them, I will remain behind when my friends depart",
and the brown dice, thrown on the board, have rattled, like a girl in love I seek the place of meeting.
The gamester seeks the gambling-house, and wonders, his body all afire, "Will I be lucky?"
The dice run against his desire, giving the best throws to his adversary.
Dice, verily, are armed with goads and driving-hooks, deceiving and tormenting, causing grievous woe.
They give gifts and then, like boys, snatch them back from the winner.
They are sweetened as with honey, holding magic power over the gambler.
—Rig-Veda, Mandala 10/Hymn 34 (c. 1,100 B.C.)