Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' hebe!
Ace Rothstein: [
narrating] Nicky's methods of betting weren't scientific, but they worked. When he won, he collected. When he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. I mean, what were they going to do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle.
Ace Rothstein: [
narrating] In Vegas, everybody's gotta watch everybody else. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. The box men are watching the dealers. The floor men are watching the box men. The pit bosses are watching the floor men. The shift bosses are watching the pit bosses. The casino manager is watching the shift bosses. I'm watching the casino manager. And the eye-in-the-sky is watching us all.
Ace Rothstein: When you love someone, you've gotta trust them. There's no other way. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours. Otherwise, what's the point? And, for a while, I believed that's the kind of love I had.
Nicky Santoro: Listen to me Anthony. I got your head in a fuckin' vise. I'll squash your head like a fuckin' grapefruit if you don't give me a name.
Nicky Santoro: A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fuckin' night.
Nicky Santoro: The coppers blamed me for every little thing out here, and I mean every little fuckin' thing. If a guy fuckin' slipped on a fuckin' banana peel, they blamed me.
Ace Rothstein: He was a young kid from the casino. Nice kid, bright boy. What balls on this fuckin' kid. The next day I fired him.
Nicky Santoro: When it looked like they could get twenty-five years to life in prison just for skimming a casino, sick or no fuckin' sick you knew people were going to get clipped.
Ace Rothstein: Running a casino is like robbing a bank with no cops around. For guys like me, Las Vegas washes away your sins. It's like a morality car wash.
Ace Rothstein: In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and to keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose, and in the end, we get it all.
Ace Rothstein: Back home, they put me in jail for what I'm doing. Here, they give me awards.
Nicky Santoro: If you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your fucking head in front of everyone in the bank. And just about the time I get out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. But guess what? I'll crack your fucking head again! 'Cause I'm fucking stupid! I don't give a fuck about jail! That's my business. That's what I do.
Ace Rothstein: No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.
Ginger: I should've never married Sam. He's a Gemini, TRIPLE Gemini. Gemini's a snake, you can't trust the snake.
Ginger: COME OUT AND TALK TO ME, FUCKER!
Ace Rothstein: Would you stop, you're drunk and stoned.
Ginger: I AM NOT!
Ace Rothstein: You're going to be sorry.
Ginger: Don't you threaten me! DON'T YOU THREATEN ME!! I am fucking Nicky Santoro! HE'S MY NEW SPONSOR!! How about that! I will go to police and to the FBI!! I'M NOT PROTECTING YOU ANYMORE, YOU FUCK!!
Ginger: We had a deal remember? He said if things didn't work out between us, I could get my stuff and I could leave.
Ace Rothstein: Look at my eyes, do you see anything in the eyes that makes you think I'm going to let you take my child away from me with your condition?
Nicky Santoro: This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee!
Nicky Santoro: Back- Back up, back up a fuckin' minute here. One minute. I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here? Get this through your head, you-
Ace Rothstein: You never-
Nicky Santoro: Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of me! That's the only reason! Without me, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass! Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned! Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again! You motherfucker, you!
Ginger: Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast!
Ace Rothstein: You fucking mo-mo, what's the matter with you?
Nicky Santoro: So in other words - I'm fucked.
Ace Rothstein: In so many words, yes.
Nicky Santoro: If you ever get of line over there again, I'll smash your fuckin' head in so hard, you won't be able to put that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fuckin' hick.
Nicky Santoro: I'm what counts out here! Not your fuckin' country clubs or your fuckin' TV shows! And what the fcuk are you doin' on TV anyhow?
Ace Rothstein: What are you-
Nicky Santoro: You know I get calls from back home every fuckin' day?! They think that you went batshit!
Ace Rothstein: I'm only TV because I gotta be able to hang around the casino. You understand that. You know that. Come on.
Nicky Santoro: Your fuckin' ass! You could have done the food and beverage job without goin' on television! You wanted to go on TV.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah, I did want to go on TV. That way I have a forum. I can fight back. I'm known. They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown. That's right.
Nicky Santoro: You're makin' a big fuckin' spectacle of yourself.
Nicky Santoro: For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks ih his balls.
Nicky Santoro: Ace don't...listen, don't...don't make a scene, all right?
Ace Rothstein: I want to just talk. I want to talk to that Irish bitch.
Nicky Santoro: She didn't know who to turn to. She...she didn't know where to turn. She was tryin' to save your marriage.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah? Nicky, I want to talk to that fuckin' bitch.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, be fuckin' nice. Calm. Be nice. Don't fuck up in here,
