Supposedly, the gambler accepts the bet without actually looking at Carlos' convertible first, the same convertible the gambler would win if his cigarette lighter lights ten times without missing. See more
[in a Las Vegas cocktail lounge, proposing the stakes of a bet
Well, I'm thinking of some small thing that you could afford to give away, and if you lose, why, you won't have to feel so bad - such as the little finger on your left hand.
Is that so strange? He wins - he takes the car. I win - I take his finger. Is that so strange?
Funeral March of a Marionette
Written by Charles Gounod See more