Hey I thought Meade was the Cincinnati Kid?

[Shooter's wife Melba is altering a jigsaw puzzle piece with a nail file]

Shooter: Melba, why do you do that?
Melba: So it'll fit, stupid.

Shooter: No, I'm not talking about that. What I'm asking is... do you, uh, have to cheat at everything?
Melba: At everything?
Shooter: Yes. At... solitaire. I've yet to see you play one game of solitaire without cheating. Melba: So what?

Shooter: Look, you're just cheating yourself, don't you understand? You'll be the loser, no one else but yourself!... You've ruined the puzzle, now, that doesn't go in there. [She forces the altered piece into place]
Melba: Does now.
The Cincinnati Kid, 1965)