Those images take me back to one of my all time favorite film scenes...

Come here to play with Minnesota Fats?

Yeah, that's right.

Want some free advice?

How much will it cost?

Who are you, his manager? His friend? His stooge?

He's my partner.

Your well-heeled, partner?

We got enough.

Go home. Fats don't need your money. Nobody's beat him in years. He's the best.

You got that wrong, mister. I am.

You just go ahead and play him, friend.

Where can I find him?

Comes right in this poolroom every night, eight o'clock on the nose.

[Fats arrives watches Eddie shoot]

You shoot a good stick.

Thanks. Gee, you shoot straight pool, mister?

Now and then. You know how it is.

You're Minnesota Fats, aren't you? They say Minnesota Fats is the best where I come from.

Is that a fact?

They say old Fats just shoots the eyes right off them balls.

Where do you come from?

California. Oakland.

California? Is your name Felson?

That's right.

I hear you've been looking for me.

Yeah. That's right, too.

Big John? You think this boy is a hustler?

You like to gamble?

Gamble money on pool games?

Let's shoot a game of straight pool.

Hundred dollars?

You shoot big-time pool, Fats. That's what everybody says. Let's make it $200 a game.

Now I know why they call you Fast Eddie. Eddie, you talk my kind of talk. Sausage, rack 'em up! Willie, hang on to that. You break.

[Eddie soft breaks]

I didn't leave you much.

You left enough.

[Fats shoots] In the corner.[crack] in the corner. [crack] Ace in the side. [crack] ... [runs the table]

Boy, he is great! Geez, that old fat man! He moves like a dancer.