->'''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 [[WhatDidIDoLastNight 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.)
->There was only one problem in his life. It wasn't broads, although he liked to hear the swish of a skirt or feel the smooth smoke of silken hose as well as any man, and it wasn't booze, although he had been known to take a drink or three of an evening. Sheridan's problem - his FatalFlaw, you might say - was cards. Any kind of cards, as long as it was the kind where wagers were allowed. He had lost jobs, credit cards, the home his mother had left him. He had never, at least so far, been in jail, but the first time he got in trouble with [[LoanShark Mr Reggie]], he'd thought jail would be a rest-cure by comparison.