"Don't worry about it. One time I got so nervous before a date that I downed half a bottle of whiskey and ended up hurling on her dress before I could finish saying 'hello'. You can't do much worse in killing the mood than that."

He pats Max's knee.

"It all sounds big and messy and complicated, and I'm sorry for jamming my foot in my mouth. Nothing against you. Now, where was I- oh right, you're so stacked that if you were a deck of cards I could draw five aces."

C'mon, get a laugh out of that one...