Casino Quotes
      Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' hebe.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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: [voice-over] 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.
      [first lines]
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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. Don't make me have to do this, please. Don't make me be a bad guy, come on.
      Tony Dogs: Fuck you.
      Nicky Santoro: This motherfucker, you believe this? Two fucking days and nights! Fuck me? *Fuck me?* You motherfucker!
      [turning the crank]
      Nicky Santoro: Fuck my mother? That's what you fucking tell me? You motherfucker you!
      Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] 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.
      [repeated line]
      Ace Rothstein: I can't do that.
      Ace Rothstein: You guys have to be kidding, adjourned? What do you mean adjoured? Mr. Chairman, Senator. You promised me a hearing, you won't allow me a hearing? You didn't even look at the FBI reports. When you were my guest, Mr. Chairman, Senator, at the Tangiers hotel, did you not promise me that I would have a fair hearing?
      Senator: I was never... I was never your guest at the Tangiers...
      Ace Rothstein: You were never my guest?
      Senator: ...that's right.
      Ace Rothstein: I never comped you? I don't comp you at least 2 or 3 times a month? At the Tangiers?
      Senator: I... I'd like to answer that at this time, Mr. Rothstein is being very typical to this point. He's lying. The only time I was at the Tangiers was when I had dinner with Barney Greenstein.
      Flirting Executive: Hello Mrs. Rothstein, how are you?
      [kisses her hand]
      Flirting Executive: You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, you're a lucky man Mr. Rothstein.
      Ace Rothstein: [hesitant] Thank you, thanks for that compliment.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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: [voice-over] 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.
      Nicky Santoro: [about beating Tony Dogs to get information out of him] You better hope he gives me a fuckin' name soon, or I'm gonna give him yours, Frank.
      Frank Marino: Yeah, thanks a lot.
      Nicky Santoro: I know you woulda ratted by now.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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.
      Nicky Santoro: I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and, uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.
      Billy Sherbert: [to the winner] That's a lot of money to be counting out in public.
      Ace Rothstein: [Don is dismissed from the casino] Listen, if you didn't know you're bein' scammed, you're too fuckin' dumb to keep this job. If you did know, you were in on it. Either way, you're out. Get out! Go on. Let's go.
      [a cowboy has his sock-feet on a table in the casino]
      Ace Rothstein: [to Sherbert] I don't give a shit who he's connected to. Tell him to take his fuckin' feet off the table. What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?
      Ace Rothstein: [talking about Don] The guy is history as far as I'm concerned. History.
      Phillip Green: You can't just fire him. Webb's his brother-in-law. He's County Commissioner.
      Ace Rothstein: So what? Everybody out here with cowboy boots is a fuckin' county commissioner or related to a county commissioner. I'm fuckin' sick of it.
      Vinny Forlano: He won't talk. Stone is a good kid. Stand-up guy, just like his old man. That's the way I see it.
      Vincent Borelli: I agree. He's solid. A fuckin' Marine.
      Americo Capelli: He's okay. He always was. Remo, what do you think?
      Remo Gaggi: Look... why take a chance? At least, that's the way I feel about it.
      [last lines]
      Ace Rothstein: And that's that.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The bombing was never authorized, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse. And so did the powers that be.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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 if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.
      [Describing Kansas City family underboss Piscano]
      Nicky Santoro: This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee.
      Nicky Santoro: [to Ace] 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 fuck are you doin' on TV anyhow?
      Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in 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,
      Nicky Santoro: You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table? You shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smellin' motherfucker you. You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert.
      Ace Rothstein: [narrating over Ginger and Nicky in bed] And this... this is how she backed him off.
      Nicky Santoro: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?
      Nicky Santoro: [after beating Joe until he cries] You hear a little girl, Frankie? Is that a little girl, Ace? Is that a little fuckin' girl? What happened to the fuckin' tough guy who told my friend to stick it up his fuckin' ass?
      Nicky Santoro: Give me the fuckin' name!
      Tony Dogs: Ch-Charlie M.
      Nicky Santoro: Charlie M?
      Tony Dogs: Charlie M.
      Nicky Santoro: Charlie M? You made me pop your fuckin' eye out of your head to protect that piece of shit? Charlie M? You dumb motherfucker!
      Tony Dogs: Kill me.
      Nicky Santoro: I'll kill you. You motherfucker you! Frankie, do him a fuckin' favor.
      Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?
      [a plane just landed on the golf course]
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The Feds were watching Nicky play golf for so long that they ran out of gas. Just what I needed, right in front of the control board.
      Nicky Santoro: A hundred dollars to whoever hits the plane.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Whoever it was, they put the dynamite under the passenger's side. But what they didn't know, what nobody outside the factory knew, was that that model car was made with a metal plate under the driver's seat. It's the only thing that saved my life.
      [Last lines]
      Ace Rothstein: [narrating] The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing?
      Nicky Santoro: Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you!
      Ace Rothstein: [to Don] Listen to me very carefully. There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way that *I* do it. You understand?
      Nicky Santoro: I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president.
      Charlie Clark: Well, I've been busy.
      Nicky Santoro: Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though.
      Ace Rothstein: I'm just curious. I saw you shuffling your checks with your right hand. Can you do that with both hands?
      Signaller: No.
      Ace Rothstein: Can't do it with both hands?
      Signaller: No, sir.
      Ace Rothstein: Can you do it with your left hand?
      Signaller: Well, I... I never tried.
      Ace Rothstein: So you're a righty?
      Signaller: Yeah.
      [one of the guards repeatedly bangs the signaller's right hand with a hammer]
      Ace Rothstein: Now you're gonna have to learn with your left hand.
      Pat Webb: Are we certain that you want the gamin' control board eyeballing your record and your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro?
      Ace Rothstein: I think you're way out of line talking to me like that. What your saying is libelous, and you're in no position to challenge my expertise.
      [the winner is sent into the casino office, and sees his friend, the signaler, displaying a broken hand]
      Signaller: Look what they did to my hand man!
      Ace Rothstein: [to the winner] All right, I'm gonna give you a choice. You can either have the money and the hammer or you can walk out of here. You can't have both. What do you want?
      Winner: I just wanna get outta here.
      [Frank and Jack struggle with a safe]
      Nicky Santoro: What's takin' so long over there?
      Frank Marino: This peter's a motherfucker.
      Jack Hardy: It's workin'. Just keep workin' it. It's comin'.
      Nicky Santoro: Gotta learn how to open these fuckin' things so you won't have to take 'em.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Normally, my prospects of coming back alive from a meeting with Nicky were 99 out of 100. But this time, when I heard him say "a couple of hundred yards down the road", I gave myself 50-50.
      Nicky Santoro: That black book's a joke. It's only got two names in it for the whole country. And one of them's still Al Capone.
      Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Me? Thats why The Bosses sent me out here - they wanted me to make sure none of the other crews robbed the joint. Like these two fuckin' ballonheads over here. They were gonna try to bang us outta two hundred fuckin' grand? Yeah, right, I'm sure.
      Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] They had enough of Nicky. They had enough. I mean, how much more were they gonna take? So, they made an example of him and his brother: they buried them while they were still breathing.
      Nicky Santoro: Maybe if I stick your head through that window over there you'll get unconfused. Give me the fuckin money.
      Nicky Santoro: Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass!
      Nicky Santoro: Take this one and stick it up your sister's ass!
      Nicky Santoro: If you had any fucking heart at all you'd be out fuckin' stealing for a living.
      Nicky Santoro: Oh I don't know whether you know this or not, but you only have your fuckin casino because I made that possible. I'm what counts out here, not your fuckin country clubs or your fuckin TV shows! And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow? You know I get calls from back home every fuckin day, they think you went bat shit!
      Ace Rothstein: You tied up our little daughter to a bed? What the fuck is the matter with you? Is there something mentally wrong with you?
      Ginger: [Drunk] It was only for a couple hours Sam... the babysitter wasn't around, so I did what I could.
      Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] The first one to skip was John Nance. He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica. He thought nobody would find him there. But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So, naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding to save his kid, and give them all up. So...
      Beeper: [beeper comes out] Where you going jack-off!
      [shoots Nance]
      Nicky Santoro: You call yourself a man? You know you're a lyin', low-life, motherfuckin' gambling degenerate prick? You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home. I gave you money to pay the fuckin' rent and buy groceries, put the heat on. You know your wife called Frankie and told him the fuckin' heat's off? Huh? And you didn't gamble that fuckin' money? You're gonna stand here and tell me that?
      Ace Rothstein: This is the end result of all the bright lights, and the comp trips, and all the champagne, and free hotel suites, and all the broads and all the booze. It's all been arranged just for us to get *your money*.
      Nicky Santoro: Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.
      Lester Diamond: Can you feel my eyes on you? Can you feel me look into your heart? Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach? Can you feel me in you? In your heart?
      Lester Diamond: I'm looking at you right now. I'm seeing you for the very first time right this minute. I'm seeing you and I can feel my heart click. I see you fourteen years old. I see the first second i ever saw you. I see you long-legged little colt, stupid braces on your teeth. Every time I ever see you, that's what I see.
      Ace Rothstein: I want you to exit this guy off the premises, I want you to exit him off his feet and I want you to use his head to open the fucking door.
      Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. Here, they're giving me awards.
      Nicky Santoro: I didn't like the people I was ripping off looking at me, so I used to turn their fucking pictures around.
      Nicky Santoro: Tell that fuckin' Pepe if he's switching stones on us, he'd better take a fucking camel back to Nigeria.
      Ace Rothstein: For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west.
      Remo Gaggi: The little guy. He wouldn't be fucking the Jew's wife, would he?
      Nicky Santoro: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
      [about to have sex in a car behind his restaurant]
      Nicky Santoro: I fly stuff in fresh every day. I get bread from back home, I get fish from California, and you can always tell a great kitchen like ours 'cause of the milk-fed veal. That's the secret. See milk-fed veal is pure white. Out here, they got that pink veal. Slide over, honey. Now pink veal, you can pound that shit for two days, and it'll never ever get tender, you know what I mean?
      Ace Rothstein: If you ever come back again, ever, to take her money, next time bring a pistol. That way you've got a chance.
      Pat Webb: Ol' Don's as useless as tits on a boar.
      [Talking in code on a tapped phone]
      Nicky Santoro: Listen, I gotta meet Clean Face right away, what about the Chez Paris?
      Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I gotta meet Charlie the Banker right away at your house, OK?
      Ace Rothstein: No, you can't, you gotta make a reservation, it's all booked up.
      Nicky Santoro: No no, it's ok.
      Ace Rothstein: It's impossible, it's booked up, you gotta make a reservation, it's very difficult to get in.
      Ace Rothstein: [subtitles] I don't want a meeting at my house.
      Nicky Santoro: It's ok, I'll use the service entrance. I'll see you at nine.
      Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I'll come in from the golf course side. See you at six.
      Nicky Santoro: And we know what you do, don't we Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
      Charlie Clark: You can't talk to me like that...
      Nicky Santoro: Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my fucking money or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep.
      Nicky Santoro: [to the blackjack dealer] Look at this fuckin beaut they put in now. Sherbert send you in here to rob me now? Been fucking knocking everyone's dick in all night? Huh, you been beating all the customers tonight, motherfucker? Huh? Jag-off. Hit me.
      Piscano's Brother-in-Law: You gotta lay down the law, otherwise they're gonna make a fool out of you.
      Artie Piscano: They're not gonna make a fool out of me. I write it all down in this book. Every fucking nickel, it goes down right here. Receipts, bills, everything's here.
      Piscano's Mother: Hey, oh, ah! What's the matter with you? Since when do you talk like that?
      Artie Piscano: I'm sorry. Nance gives me trouble, and I'll tell him, screw around with those suitcases and I'll take the eyes out of his freakin head.
      Piscano's Mother: Again!
      Artie Piscano: I didn't curse, I said 'freakin head'.
      Nicky Santoro: She was doing pretty good with her lawsuit. But before she could start counting her money, the boys back home decided to settle the case out of court instead. So they sent me.
      [Nicky runs into Anna Scott's house and shoots her in the head three times]
      Lester Diamond: I'm sending this kid to Bolivia in a fucking box.
      [about halfway through the film; Nicky has just calmed Ginger down after Lester was beat up by her husband's thugs]
      Nicky Santoro: [about her drinking] And take it easy with this shit, will you? I mean, this can only make matters worse. You're a beautiful girl. You don't want to ruin your looks. I've seen a lot of girls get shot to hell from this stuff.