Sam finds himself in the middle of a pool game as his opponent asks him if he's going to go double or nothing. The other men in the pool laugh and Sam suggests it's not a good idea. His opponent, Lester, puts down $300 saying he can't make the shot. When Sam wonders which ball he was shooting at, the man puts down $400 total. Sam shoots and misses, and his opponent prepares to sink it for the game...Read the full recap
Grady: Son, do you know who you are playing? This is Charlie "Black Magic" Walters. The greatest pool player in the world—including Chicago.
Al: Oh, Sam, not the head again. Every time we leap in, we gotta go talk in the men's room. It's disgusting.
Sam: Can you think of a better place to talk?
Al: The ladies' room.
Sam: You know, uh, I kinda woke up with this great idea this morning. Uh, I think I know how we can keep the club without havin' to play Eddie.
Violet Waters: It doesn't involve a cement mixer or anything?
Sam: (to a black loan officer in 1954) You've made it. Maybe it took you twice as long, but you've made it. And being the first bears some responsibility to those who are trying to make it behind you.
Sam: You feelin' blue?
Violet Waters: It's good for the singin'.
Sam: Hard on the soul.
Violet Waters: Hot tonight, Eddie?
Eddie Davies: That depends on what game I'm playin'.
Violet Waters: The one I have in mind is pretty old.
Eddie Davies: Yeah, I think I know that one. I've been waitin' a long time to play it.
Sam: (to Al, after Al shows him the geometry of the pool table) Pythagoras, we are gonna shoot some pool!
Grady: Sweet shot, now you're hot. Magic's on the Nine.
Eddie Davies: I told you to shut up!
Grady: Well, telling don't mean doing.