Lefty walks out of his closet, dressed in his usual attire. Lefty: Now. Where was I? Tony: You were...talking about the Super Bowl... Lefty: Oh yeah. I got two hunnerd clams down fer both teams. I can't lose! Tony: Lefty: Plus I gotta lotta odder bets from mooks, rangin' from five bucks ta...(takes scraps of paper out of pockets)...heh! Some loser put down a tousand! I'd hate ta be dat schmuck! Heh heh heh! (quadruple take) Gah! It's from Benny! RF: Who? Lefty: My boss, Arnold! He's bettin' on da Colts...wit a final score of...(gasps)...I'm finished! Tony takes the paper from Lefty. Tony: Well, that's not too bad... Lefty: Ya ever hear 'a Sammy da Scum? Tony: ...no... Lefty: Sammy da Scum took Benny's bet last year. Benny's team--da Cardinals--lost. Da next day, Sammy da Scum vanished. To dis day we don't ka-no what happened ta him...one rumor is he skipped town an' is currently singin' backup fer Elvis...anudder rumor is he's restin' in pieces unner da goalpost at Ray Jay Stadium! Mr. Turtle: Huh? Lefty: Where dey had da game last year, fish food fer brains! I gotta skip town. Tony: Well, suppose the Colts win? Lefty: Benny never wins, Tommy! He never wins! He always says a magical leprechaun whispers da final score 'a da game in his ear da night before, an' dat's what he goes by! If I don't get outta ere, I'm gonna be toikey food! RF: So long! =P Lefty hurries to his closet, and rapidly begins stuffing his possessions into a stolen suitcase.