Francine: Whenever I was really low on money, I would call my father and let him know that I was going to Havana. And he would, without fail, send $25 in cash in the mail.
Betty: Aw. He wanted you to have a good time.
Francine: No. He's a degenerate gambler. And it would always come with a list of instructions
of how to bet it.
Betty: You're kidding me.
Francine: No. And he never won because I never went.
Francine tells Betty about a scam she used to pull on her father.