Abe Petrovsky: We can't run from who we are. Our destiny chooses us.

Worm: O yea one more thing, I got a feelin'....
Mike: yea, what feeling is that?
Worm: i know you know this feeling..you know this feeling very well..i mean you got you table all set up, your fork, your knife, your A1 sauce..
[together]: all you need is the steak.
[mike reaches for money]

Busboy: Call.
Mike: [turns hand over] Triple aces.
Busboy: I..I only got a pair. Jacks?
Manager/Tacky: What did you think he had? Does he look like a man beaten by jacks?
Customer: Jacks are a monster compared to the crap you play, Tacky.
Manager/Tacky: Eh, fuck you. Fuck you!
Customer: Fuck me? Fuck you!

Hooker: Hey, boys.
Worm: Hi.
Hooker: You cops? You look like cops.
Worm: No, we're not cops.
Hooker: You want a twirl then?
Worm: No, no. We're just here to see "Grandma".
[Hooker lets them in]
Worm: Jesus...

Joey: What do you need? 500? 1000?
Mike: I need 15,000.
Joey: 15?
Mike: Yeah.
Joey: I need a blow job from Christy Turlington..get the fuck outta here! Fifteen thousand dollars?!

Mike: Alright, I'll call the two grand. I'll gamble. Don't splash the pot.
KGB: You're on a draw, Mike? Go away, this one not good for you. And in my club, I will splash the pot WHENEVER THE FUCK I PLEASE.

Mike: Fifteen grand in five days, I can do that. I've gone on rushes like that before.
Worm: Ah, under optimum conditions with a bank roll. Maybe, maybe. But..what do you got on you?
Mike: I got like 350.
Worm: Nah, that's only 1200 between us. We mind as well play the fucking lotto.

Mike: It was a real blood game over at KGB's place.
Worm: You sat down with the mad Russian and he emptied your pockets??

Mike: So, uh, Nick the Greek, what's with kiting my checks?
Worm: I'm on empty.
Mike: How much was the hooker?
Worm: Mike, please! "Relaxation therapist!"

Worm: [to Mike] I want to talk to you. Let's get some soup.
Joey: Look who he's treatin' to a free meal. Don't let that MSG fuck up your head more than it is, Mikey.
Worm: You know what? You keep grinding out that rent money, Joe. That's noble work you're doing.

Worm: C'mon. I'll play you "Horse". Fifty bucks a letter.
[tosses basketball to Mike]
Mike: Yeah? When I win are you going to pay me back with my own fucking money?
[throws basketball back to Worm quite hard]
Worm: Woah, woah. Easy. Relax. Don't wing it, you know? Just step and throw.
[tosses ball back to Mike, Mike purposefuly tosses it away from Worm]
Worm: You need to work on your accuracy, you know that?

Worm: Hey, you know what cheers me up when I'm feeling shitty?
Mike: What?
Worm: Rolled-up aces over kings.
Mike: Is that right?
Worm: Check-raising stupid tourists and taking huge pots off of them.
Mike: Yeah?
Worm: Stacks and towers of checks I can't even see over. Playing all-night, high-limit Hold'em at the Taj, "where the sand turns to gold."
Mike: Fuck it, let's go.
Worm: Don't tease me.
Mike: Let's play some fucking cards!

Worm: Just like the saying says, you know? In the poker game of life, women are the rake. They are the fucking rake.
Mike: What the fuck are you talking about? What saying?
Worm: I don't know. There oughta be one.

Worm: Remember when we found this place, man?
Mike: Yeah, I remeber when we found this place. When you were hiding out from Tommy Manzy 'cuz you were afraid he was going to pound you into oblivion.
Worm: Yeah. Now see, what did I ever do to that guy?
Mike: You fucked his mother..
Worm: Heh..huh huh huh..yeah but she was a good lookin' older woman. You gotta give me that.

Zegoush: Hey, Worm. They allow people like you into places like this?
Worm: You know what? Zegoush, when you get yourself a job then you can be my fuckin' P.O.