"I told you this would be a bad idea," Quinn mumbled.

"Don't be such an eternal pessimist," Santana said, giving her a playful nudge. "You've only lost what? Twenty bucks? You've just got to find one you're good at."

"I have no poker face, I'm shit at Blackjack, and I don't have any idea what I'm doing when it comes to Craps. Why do you have me at a casino?"

"Because you need to do random, slightly naughty adult things every once in a while," Santana said. "Alright…slot machines. The last frontier for ten minutes; then we can go back to the room and jump in the Jacuzzi."