 It's because you don't know how to manage anything. I should know. I'm your accountant. If you're my accountant, how come I need money? If you need money, how come you play poker? Because I need money. But you always lose. That's why I need the money. Listen, I'm not complaining. You're complaining. I get along all right. I'm living. Alone in eight dirty rooms. If I win tonight, I'll buy a broom. That's not what you need. What you need is a wife. How can I afford a wife when I can't afford a broom?