HARDISON: Speaking of which, did you ever find that steak place? ELIOT: The bet’s off. HARDISON: What you mean the bet’s off? ELIOT: The second that we found out they were grifters, the bet’s off. HARDISON: That doesn’t count. You didn’t set— ELIOT: Page 189, rule number 7 in the bro handbook. HARDISON: What? There wasn’t no rules. You didn’t set any rules. ELIOT: The bet is off in a situation where— HARDISON: I’ll be damned if it’s off. ELIOT: All right, then! I’ll make you some prime rib when this is over. HARDISON: Bone in, well-done? ELIOT: Well-done, bone in. HARDISON: All right.