Vic: Okay, fellas let's do it.
(suspenseful music)
-: Vic Fontaine!
-: Why the long face, pally?
-: Ah, it's a long story, friend.
-: This wouldn't be about Dax's baby, would it?
(trumpets blare)
-: You seem to know things.
-: How long you kids been married?
-: How did you know we were married?
-: What is he, a telepath? -: No, I'm a hologram.
-: He knows he's a hologram?
-: That's what I am, right?
If you're gonna work Vegas in the sixties, you better know the score
otherwise you're gonna look like a Clyde.
-: A Clyde?
-: A Harvey, you know.
-: Harvey?
-: A square.
-: You have any idea what he's talking about?
-: Vic's matrix is a little different
than your standard hologram.
-: It's time to have some fun.
(jazz music)
-: Anything can happen to me, Vic.
I could die tomorrow.
If I stay here,
-: You stay here, eventually you become as hollow as I am.
-: You don't seem hollow to me.
-: Compared to you, I'm hollow as a snare drum.
Look, kid. I don't know
what's going to happen to you out there.
All I can tell you is that sometimes you win,
sometimes you lose, but at least you're in the game.
-: You feel any better?
-: A little.
-: Good, because you were starting
to depress the band.
(trumpets blare)
To the best friends a hologram ever had.
(upbeat jazz music)
-: I like this place.
I may drop by more often.
-: Now that's more like it.