Bulletman: So we went to the old MGM [now BALLY's], prior to the fire, and we booked four days and we took travelers checks for fifty-dollar amounts and in each pocket in my sports coat we gave ourselves a session's amount.

B-O-B: When you think about it, it was your idea of money management before we ever knew you.

Bulletman: In those days you could bring a hundred dollars to a casino for a day. Imagine doing that today? So we go to Vegas and we walk through the casino and we are mesmerized. Remember that you have to go through the casino to get to anywhere else in the hotel.
B-O-B: The place was fantastic. Life-sized portraits of all the movie stars. So I knew to get to the room I had to make a right at Judy Garland and a left at Mickey Rooney. That the bathrooms were by Elizabeth Taylor. I was star struck to begin with. But once I hit that casino I never looked back. My mother had given me this beautiful winter-white suit to wear. Just beautiful.

Bulletman: We didn't even unpack. We said, "Let's see what it's like in the casino." There were one-dollar blackjack games, five-cent slots.

B-O-B: I didn't stay with him because he was going to play the table games and I wanted to play the slots. I was so nervous on the plane ride going to Vegas that Bulletman would lose all our money on the first day. I mean this is what I worried about on the whole plane ride going there. I was so nervous. So angry that we were going to Vegas. Then we hit the casino and we didn't meet again until dinner. We still hadn't unpacked.
Bulletman: We couldn't eat dinner fast enough. We ate dinner in about a half an hour. Then went right back into the casino.

B-O-B: We gambled until about six or six-thirty the next morning!

Bulletman: Then we decided that, hey, we're going to be here for a few days, we better get some rest. So we go back to the room to get some sleep.

B-O-B: We looked at my white jacket when we got back to the room and the entire arm was black! From handling coins and pulling the lever of the slot machine my hands and my arm were black! I ruined the jacket. Pulling the machine handle.

Bulletman: So we're laying in bed, knowing the casinos are open for 24 hours, and I'm thinking to myself—"Am I going to sleep?" So I say to her: "Are you going to sleep? I'm not going to sleep." So we go back down. For some reason or other I decide to have a screw driver. Actually, I wanted orange juice but I figured I was in a casino, what the heck, I might as well have vodka and orange juice. This is now 12:30 in the afternoon on our second day and we haven't even rested. I have a few of these screw drivers. By late afternoon, I had accumulated about $500 worth of chips, which was a lot of money because I was only playing five dollars a hand at blackjack. But I wasn't feeling too good so I told her that I had to go upstairs to rest. For the next 24 hours I have this stomach virus. The screwdrivers just aggravated whatever this was.
B-O-B: He gets this all the time.

Bulletman: At first she's saying how bad she feels for me, on my honeymoon and all.
B-O-B: I'm trying to be the good wife. I'm rubbing his back and I'm feeding him ice chips from the ice bucket. I'm doing everything to be the good wife. But in the back of my mind there's the thought that downstairs is the casino.