Casino 1995 quotes, page 2

Nicky Santoro

As much as they liked him, he wasn't one of us. He wasn't Italian. As far as they knew, he could've talked. Otherwise, Stoney might still be alive. 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. And so, naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding just to save his kid and give 'em all up. So... [The same two men come behind a bleeding John Nance and shoot him in the head] But anyway they, you know, they all had to follow. Everybody went down. Before you knew it, anybody who knew anything wound up getting whacked.

Nicky Santoro

He made his first bet when he was 15 years old, and he always made money. But he didn't bet like you or me. You know, having some fun with it, shit like that. He'd bet like a **** brain surgeon. He had to know everything, this guy. He'd find the kind of inside stuff nobody else knew, and that's what he'd put his money on. Even back home, years ago, when we were first hanging out together, he'd know if the quarterback was on coke, if his girlfriend was knocked up. He'd get the wind velocity so he could judge the field goals. He even figured out the different bounce you got off the different kinds of wood they used on college basketball courts, y'know? He'd be working on this shit day and night. There was nothing about a game he was going to bet that he didn't know. Season after season, the prick was the only guaranteed winner that I ever knew, but he was so serious about it all, I don't think he ever enjoyed himself. But that's just the way he was.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

Alright, I'm going to 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.

Nicky Santoro

I've **** up, Frankie. I **** up real good this time. I should never have started with this **** broad.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

Yeah, but I've been told that before, "We're working it out." You think that you're home... after what you just put me through with Amy, is a favor to me? So, counting the watch, let's say another four thousand for expenses over the weekend... of which you must have had a good time. I know he did. That's for sure. I know that... ****in' piece of shit had a good ****in' time. On my money. You might as well have **** him, which you probably did anyway. (Ginger glares at him) You're lookin' at me a certain way. You - you're teary-eyed, huh? You're upset. You're a good actress, you know that? Good ****in' actress. You can ****in' get that pity out of people. I'm not a john, you understand? You always thought I was, but I'm not. And I'm not a sucker. That ****in' pimp ****. He's lucky I didn't kill him last time. Lucky he's ****in' livin'. And if you would've stayed with Amy... and you would've ran away... you would've been ****in' dead. Both of you. Dead. Dead.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

You can spot these assholes by watching the way they bet. Like this guy. He's betting lavender chips at five hundred each with only one little problem: He's always guessed right. If he wasn't so ****in' greedy, he'd have been tougher to spot. But in the end, they're all greedy.

Nicky Santoro

What the **** is this? Where's this **** guy gonna land, in the fairway? They're **** agents, Frankie, look at this! $100 for whoever hits the plane.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

After all the threats and all the bullshit, it turned out Ginger didn't tell 'em anything. But by then, the Feds didn't need her, anyway. They had all the pieces they needed. And everybody began to tumble, one after the other... just like dominoes. Between Piscano complaining on a wire. Between Nicky, Ginger, me and my license... paradise... we managed to really **** it all up.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

After Ginger took off, she wasn't much help to anybody. She found some pimps, lowlifes, druggies and bikers in L.A.. And in a few months, they went through all the money and all the jewels. After they found her body, I hired a private doctor to do another autopsy. He said they gave her a hot dose. In the end, all she had left was $3,600 in mint-condition coins.

Nicky Santoro

But I knew how to keep the bosses happy. Whenever they gave me little jobs to do, you know, to send a message, I would carry things out to a tee. Like the time Tony Dogs, who's supposed to be the new maniac tough guy in town, shot up one of Remo's bars. Here's a **** guy, kills two of Remo's guys and a poor **** waitress who's just working on her night off of all things. I mean, this guy's just begging to be made an example of.

Nicky Santoro

Charlie M? Charlie M?! YOU MADE ME POP YOUR **** EYE OUTTA YOUR HEAD TO PROTECT THAT PIECE OF SHIT?! CHARLIE M?! YOU DUMB MOTHER****ER!

Nicky Santoro

Got a lot of holes in the desert. And a lot of problems are buried in those holes. Except 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 or 45 minutes of digging. And who knows who's gonna be coming along in that time? Before you know it, you gotta dig a few more holes; you could be there all **** night!

Nicky Santoro

I think that you've gotten the wrong impression about me. 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, walk in and see and uh, if you don't have my money for me, I'll crack your **** head wide open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm coming out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your **** head open again. 'Cause I'm **** stupid. I don't give a **** about jail. That's my business. That's what I do. And we know what you do, don't we, Charlie? You **** people out of money and get away with it! Hey, you fat Irish prick, you put my **** money to sleep! You go get my money or I'll put your **** brain to sleep!

Nicky Santoro

I used to send Marino back home with a piece of what I made. Not a big piece, but what did they know? They were 1,500 miles away, and I don't know anyone who can see that far.

Sam "Ace" Rothstein

In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose. In the end, we get it all.