(..) for the beer. The man likes to play chess. Let's get him some rocks. Guys! I got one. I got one. Look! Heywood, that isn't soapstone! And it ain't alabaster either. What are you, a fucking geologist? He's right. It ain't. -What the hell is it then? -It's a horse apple. -Bullshit! -No, horseshit. (..)

(..) Sure. We could get a board together. You're talking to the right man. I can get things, right? We might do business on a board, and I'll carve the pieces myself. One side in alabaster, one in soapstone. What do you think? I think it'll take years. Years I got. What I don't have are the rocks. (..)