Any game that come along, I played 'er down to the last chip.

Twenty years ago--yes, er ten!--Casey Ryan woulda tore that L.A.jail down rock by rock an' give the roof t' the kids to make a playhouse.

Them L.A.cops never woulda hauled me t' jail in no wagon.
I mighta loaded 'em in behind, and dropped 'em off at the first morgue an' drove on a-whistlin'.

That there woulda been Casey Ryan's gait a few years back.

Take me now, married to a good woman an' gettin' gray--" Casey sighed, gazing wishfully back at the Casey Ryan he had been and might never be again.
"No, sir, I ain't so darned rich I ain't willin' to add a few more iron men to the bunch.