Peacock original film Casino was released November 22nd, 1995.
🎰🎲#Casino made $116.1M internationally.
rottentomatoes: 79%
metacritic: 73
imdb: 8.2
oscars: 1 nomination
golden globes: 1 win
Ace Rothstein
Sam Rothstein manages the Tangiers hotel and casino in Las Vegas, Nevada.
“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. Before I ever ran a casino, or got myself blown up, Ace Rothstein was a hell of a handicapper, I can tell you that. I was so good that whenever I bet, I could change the odds for every bookmaker in the country. I had it down so cold that I was given paradise on Earth. I was given one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas to run, the Tangiers, by the only kind of guys that can actually get you that kind of money, $62,700,000. I don’t know all the details.” — Sam Rothstein
“At that time, Vegas was a place where millions of suckers flew in every year on their own nickel and left behind about a billion dollars. But at night, you couldn’t see the desert that surrounds Las Vegas. But it’s in the desert where lots of the town’s problems are solved. Who could resist? Anywhere else in the country I was a bookie, a gambler, always looking over my shoulder, hassled by cops, day and night. But here, I’m Mr. Rothstein. I’m not only legitimate but running a casino and that’s like selling people dreams for cash. I hired an old casino pal, Billy Sherbert, as my manager and I went to work. For guys like me, Las Vegas washes away your sins. It’s like a morality car wash. It does for us what Lourdes does for humpbacks and cripples. And along with making us legit comes cash, tons of it. I mean, what do you think we’re doing in the middle of the desert? It’s all this money. This is the end result of all the bright lights and the comp trips, of 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. That’s the truth about Las Vegas. We’re the only winners. The players don’t stand a chance. And their cash flows from the tables to our boxes, through the cage and into the most sacred room in the casino. The place where they add up all the money, the holy of holies, the count room. Now, this place was off-limits, even I couldn’t get inside, but it was my job to keep it filled with cash, that’s for sure.” — Sam Rothstein
“As far as the world was concerned, Andy Stone, the head of the Teamsters’ pension fund, was a legitimate guy. A powerful man. He even played golf with the President. But Andy also took orders. And when he was told to give a pension fund loan to Philip Green… …he did what he was told.” — Sam Rothstein
“I don’t know if I could do this. The Gaming Commission would never give me a license. I have two dozen gambling and bookmaking pinches on me. And when they do find out? It’s a tough proposition, Andy. If I did it, I’d have to run it my way. I’m serious, no interference. Where the hell did you learn how to deal? Place the checks properly. That’s the way you do it. I’ll take Columbia for 20. That’s why they paid so well. Well, it’s a little too early. I’d say Thursday would be good. Is that all right? I’ll come by. At 7:00.” — Sam Rothstein
“Yeah, we made a great pair. I made book and Nicky made sure we always collected. The old men loved us, and why not? They all made money with us. How did Nicky collect? Don’t ask. Hi, Melissa, Heidi. Eight. Excuse me. Is this yours? It’s a nice pen. I didn’t know whose it was. I didn’t want it to get lost. I was just… Nicky, take it easy. Nicky. While I was trying to figure out why the guy was saying this, Nicky just hit him. No matter how big a guy was, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he’ll keep coming back and back until one of you is dead.” — Sam Rothstein
“In Vegas, I had to keep a few juiced-in local cowboys working. They were close to the, you know, good old boys. Without us, these guys, they’d still be shoveling mule shit. You gotta keep a cleaner station. If you need Mr. Clean, page him, all right? Mr. Rothstein. Is this guy juts a dumb fucking white man? What’s the story? Can’t get rid of him? I wouldn’t give the bum a mop job. I had no choice, I had to take care of them. These yokels ran the state. They passed the laws, they owned the courts. Good to see you. I had dozens of politicians and officials in that place every week. Get the Senator whatever he wants. Why not make them happy? For politicians like our state senator up there, everything was on the house. These guys won their comp life when they got elected, so why not take advantage of it? Still, the politicians came cheap, we could handle them. It’s a whale like K.K. Ichikawa who plays $30,000 a hand in baccarat, that’s the one you gotta watch. He plays fast and big, and he has the cash and the credit to turn out your lights. A year ago, he cleaned out a couple of casinos in the Cayman Islands. Downstairs he takes us for $2 million and upstairs he takes free soap, shampoo and towels. Another billionaire cheapskate who loved his free rooms, free private jets and $2 million of our money. But we got him back. I had our pilot tell him the plane was on the fritz. He missed the commercial flights to Japan.” — Sam Rothstein
“We got him back with a whole floor of rooms to himself. I am sorry. No, no gambling. And once he was back, he played small. He bet $1,000 a hand instead of his usual $30,000 a hand. But I knew the trick with whales like Ichikawa was that they can’t bet small for long. He didn’t think of it as winning $10,000, he thought of it as losing $90,000. So he upped his bets. Until he dropped his winnings back and gave up $1 million of his own cash. In a 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. In Vegas, everybody’s gotta watch everybody else. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. The boxmen are watching the dealers. The floormen are watching boxmen. The pit bosses are watching the floormen. 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. Plus, we had a dozen guys up there, most of them ex-cheats, who knew every trick in the house.” — Sam Rothstein
“What a move. I fell in love right there. But in Vegas, for a girl like Ginger, love costs money. Ginger’s mission in life was money. She was a queen around the casino. She brought in high rollers and helped them spend a lot of money. Who didn’t want Ginger? She was one of the best known, best liked and most respected hustler in town. She could keep a guy awake for two or three days before sending him home broke to the little woman and his bank examiners. Any change? That was all bullshit, she just pocketed the cash. Ginger had the hustlers’ code. She knew how to take care of people and that’s what Vegas is all about. It’s kickback city. She took care of the dealers, pit bosses… …floor managers, but mostly, she took care of the valet parkers. The guys who could get you anything and take care of anything. Ginger took care of the parkers because they took care of the security guards, who took care of the cops, who let her operate. The valet parking job was such a money-maker, they had to pay off the hotel manager just to get the concession. But one thing I could never understand was that she could have everything under control except for her old pimp boyfriend, Lester Diamond. The Ginger I knew wouldn’t even look at this creep. He was a moocher, a card cheat, a country club golf hustler, a scumbag, chasing dentists for a few bucks. The guy was always broke, he always had a story, and she could never turn him down. The way Ginger saw it was that Lester was just an unlucky guy. Somebody had to take care of him. But nobody had to take care of Nicky. He took care of himself only too well. That’s why every badge back home wanted to nail him. Even after a vacation, they hassled him at the airport. Frank Marino was there to meet him but so were the cops. This time they wanted him for some diamond burglary in Antwerp. They were ready to blame him for anything. They were usually right. Nicky enjoyed being a gangster and he didn’t give a damn who knew it. That’s what worried me ’cause it turns out Nicky was about to be sent to Vegas.” — Sam Rothstein
“Hey. Welcome to Vegas. Something, huh? Ginger. Honey, come here. This is Jennifer and Nick, dear friends of mine. After we ate, we left Jennifer and Ginger alone and we took a ride to talk. And then he hit me with it. Of course not. Sure, you have my permission but I gotta tell you, it’s no joke out here. You gotta keep a low profile. It’s not like back home. They don’t like guys like us. And this sheriff’s a real cowboy. Even the coppers bury people out in the desert. Nick, I got pinched twice for no reason. You really gotta be careful. I’m running a licensed place, everything’s legit. Yeah, he had a foolproof scheme. It wasn’t very scientific but it worked. When he won, he collected, when he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. What were we gonna do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle. But still, it was nice and quiet for a while. Ginger and I presented Nicky and Jennifer all over town like regular Ozzie and Harriets. And Nicky, being Nicky, he made his presence known. Especially at casino, where he definitely did not work, people got the message.” — Sam Rothstein
“Out of respect, guys from other crews got a warning. Everybody else, watch out. Like these yokels here, who never heard of Nicky or the bosses, ’cause they’re the morons who give you the most trouble. Even after we catch them, they try sneaking back with beards and wigs and fake noses. You can spot these assholes by watching the way they bet. Like this guy, he’s betting lavender chips at $500 each with only one little problem, he’s always guessed right. If he wasn’t so fucking greedy, he’d have been tougher to spot. But in the end, they’re all greedy. I saw that the dealer was weak but he wasn’t in on it. He just wasn’t protecting his hand. He was lifting his hole card way too high. Here’s this guy reading the dealer’s hole card and signaling his buddy at this table. That’s just what these hustlers look for. They cruise the casinos looking for weak dealers the way lions look for weak antelope. Operator, this is Mr. R. Get me Armstrong and Friday at Pit 2 right away. BJ 19, second base, the beard. Operator, I need Mr. Happy. Loud. They never knew what hit them and if and when they do find out that they got zapped by a cattle prod, they wish they really did have a heart attack. Turns out this guy and his pals were knocking this place dead for years. I wanted everybody to know that things were changed around here. We had to make an example of these pricks that the party was over. I’m curious. I saw you shuffling your checks with your right hand. Can do you do that with both hands? You can’t? Can you do it with your left hand? So, you’re a righty? Now, you’re gonna have to learn with your left hand. I’m gonna give you a choice. You can have the money and the hammer, or you can walk out of here. You can’t have both. What do you want? And tell your friends what happens if they fuck around here. You understand? Fucking right, you did. If we catch either one of you again, we’ll break your heads and you won’t walk out of here. You don’t fuck around in this place, you got it? Get out of here. Throw him in the alley and tell the cops he got hit by a car.” — Sam Rothstein
“In no time, everything was set in place. We got rid of the freelance scamsters, the pro was way up the gods were happy, as happy as they can ever be, and I decided to complicate my life. For a guy who likes sure things, I was about to bet the rest of my life on a long shot. We’re not getting any younger. Don’t you think it’s time? Aren’t you getting tired of all this shit? Hustling around? I’m gonna do you one better. I’m trying to marry you. You wanna marry me? I’m serious. I wanna settle down, I want a family. I’d be a good father, you’d be a good mother. I’m 43 years old. I don’t want to wait. I know you well enough to know that I really love you very much. And I can’t think of anybody better to be with and I don’t feel like waiting anymore. Yeah, I know all that. No, I… I mean, that can grow, as long as there’s a mutual respect, that kind of thing can grow. I’m realistic. I can accept that. What is love anyway? It’s a mutual respect, it’s a devotion, it’s a caring from one person to another. And if we could set up some kind of foundation based on that mutual respect, I feel eventually you would care enough about me that I could live with that. You know, I’m doing well now, and I’m gonna do even better, so whatever happens, if it doesn’t work out between us, I’ll make sure you’re okay for the rest of your life. And if there are kids, especially, I’ll take care of you better than… just what I said. You’ll be set up for the rest of your life, that I can promise you. Wanna take a chance?” — Sam Rothstein
“When I married Ginger, I knew all the stories. But I didn’t give a fuck. ‘I’m Sam Rothstein,’ I said, ‘I can change her.’ You all right? Why are you crying? Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much. It’s all right. But that part of your life is over with. Right? You’re with me now. Right? You’re sure? You wanna go? Let’s go back in. Try it on, it’s yours. It’s chinchilla. It’s nice, isn’t it? You do whatever you want. Do I keep my promises or do I keep my promises? The only thing is, we shouldn’t keep this in the house, we gotta put it in the bank. Pay attention to me. What I’m gonna tell you is very important. All this stuff doesn’t mean anything. Money, this, doesn’t mean anything without trust. I have to be able to trust you with my life. With over $1 million in cash and jewels tucked in a bank in Vegas, only for Ginger, she was secure and happy, she loved that shit. But a guy in my line of work has to have a lot of payoff cash around. Crooked cops and kidnappers don’t take checks. So I put $2 million in cash in a Los Angeles bank under the name of Mr. and Mrs. Tom Collins. This was strictly my shakedown and kidnapping money. And since I’d either be in jail or locked in a closet when I needed the money the most, I gave Ginger the only key to the cash that could get me back alive.” — Sam Rothstein
Nicky Santoro
“Matter of fact, nobody knew all the details, but it should have been perfect. I mean, he had me, Nicky Santoro, his best friend, watching his ass and he had, Ginger, the woman he loved, on his arm. But in the end, we fucked it all up. It should’ve been so sweet, too. But it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that fucking valuable again. Got a lot of holes in the desert and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. Except you gotta do it right. You gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package. Otherwise, you’re talking about a half hour or 45 minutes of digging. And who knows who’s gonna be coming along? Before you know it, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fucking night.”
“They had so much fucking money in there you could build a house out of $100 bills. And the best part was that the Board of Directors didn’t know what was going on. I mean, to them everything looked on the up-and-up. Right? Wrong. The guys inside the counting room were all slipped in there to skim the joint dry. They’d do short counts, they’d lose fill slips. They’d even take cash right out of the drop boxes. And it was up to this guy here, standing in front of about $2 million, to skim the cash off the top without anybody getting wise, the IRS or anybody. Notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything? Somehow, somebody’s always looking the other way. Look at these guys. They look busy, right? They’re counting money. God forbid, they should make a mistake and forget to steal. Meanwhile, you’re in and you’re out. Past the jag-off guard who gets an extra C-note a week just to watch the door. I mean, it’s routine, business as usual. In, out, hello, goodbye. That’s all there is to it. Just another fat fuck walking out of the casino with a suitcase. That suitcase was going straight to one place, right to Kansas City, which was as close to Las Vegas as the Midwest bosses could go without getting arrested. That suitcase was all the bosses ever wanted and they wanted it every month.”
“Now, this old Mormon fuck here, he had to fly in with suitcases once a month, nice and easy. The bosses would come from all over the place, Detroit, Cleveland, Milwaukee, all over the Midwest. And they would meet in this produce market in Kansas City. I mean, nobody even knew it. One of the guys made his mother do all the cooking. Now, these old greaseballs might not look it, but believe me, these are the guys who secretly control Las Vegas. Because they control the Teamsters Union and that’s where you had to go if you wanted to borrow money to buy a casino. Nobody got a Teamsters’ loan unless the guys in this room knew they were gonna get their little suitcases. Guys like this antique over here, out of Detroit. Or especially guys like Remo Gaggi, the outfit’s top boss. The most important guy in this room.”
“Here was the perfect front man. What else could he be? He didn’t know too much. He didn’t wanna know too much, especially that the bosses made the Teamsters lend him the money. He believed the Teamsters gave him that money ’cause he was smart. And where they got Green from? Who the fuck knows? All I know is that Green was a real estate hustler, who barely had enough gas money to pick up his own fucking check. And it was the bosses’ man, Andy Stone, who have all the orders, not the chairman of the board Philip Green. Now all they needed was somebody they could trust to run the casino. And who better than Ace? He was already in Vegas a couple years and he had the fucking place clocked. But typical Ace, give him a shot at running a casino and he tries to talk you out of it.”
“And that’s how they got Ace to take over. They wanted him because Ace ate, slept and breathed gambling. They worked out a real cute job title, too, Tangiers Public Relations Director. But the only thing he ever directed was the casino. He made his first bet when he was 15 and he always made money. But he didn’t bet like you or me, having some fun with it, shit like that. He bet like a fucking brain surgeon. He had to know everything. He’d find out the 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 different kinds of wood they used on college basketball courts. He’d work on this shit day and night. There was nothing about a game he didn’t know. Season after season, the prick was the only winner 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. But back then, the bosses didn’t give a fuck about if he enjoyed himself or not. To them, he was a cash register. All they had to do was ring the bell and take the money. Especially Remo, who was a fucking degenerate gambler who always lost.”
“I mean, unless Ace made his bets. Ace made more money for them on a weekend than I could do heisting joints for a month. Whatever Ace picked up on the street, he told Remo. I mean, fixed fights, doped horses, crooked fucking zebras, locked-in points spreads. He told fucking Remo everything. And to tell you the truth, I don’t blame him. Keeping Remo happy with money was the greatest insurance policy in the world. I’ll be right out. All right. Want me to take this? Now, on top of everything else, I gotta make sure nobody fucks with the Golden Jew. Where the fuck is the money? It was eight. Ace, tell him the line on the Bear game. If he don’t know, nobody knows. Told you it was eight. ‘Cause you’re a jag-off. What’s that? You hear a little girl, Frankie? Hear a little girl, Ace? Is that a little girl? What happened to the fucking tough guy told my friend to stick it up his fucking ass?”
“Listen, with me protecting Ace, he made a fortune for the bosses. I mean, that’s what got him to Vegas. He was a money machine. A tremendous earner for these guys. As soon as he took over, he doubled the fucking drop. With Ace, the casino never saw so much money. And the bosses, they couldn’t be happier. If you find any cash, we’ll whack it up with you. Jesus Christ. Don’t look at me, pal, I gotta live with her. Hold it. There’s more. There’s more. There’s a couple stuck in there. I know there’s more. Come on. Don’t get so defensive, it could be stuck in your hair. Oh, there aren’t? What’s that, huh? What’s that? There’s no more. Thanks, hon.”
“I couldn’t wait to get my hands on Vegas. But the bosses didn’t send me there to have a good time. They sent me to make sure that nobody fucked with Ace and nobody interfered with the fucking skim. Hey, Sammy. Boy, look at this place, huh? All right. Okay, Sammy. Yeah. Holy shit. What you been doing out here? Pleased to meet you. Okay, Sammy. What do you think about me moving out here? You got a problem with that? You mean, I have your permission? I don’t care. I wanna get away from back home. I’m tired of that shit back there. Look at this place, it’s made of money. You know the best part? Nobody’s gonna know what we’re doing. There’s nobody here to see us. Don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna do anything. I’m especially not gonna involve you in anything. Ace saw Vegas one way. You tell this guy I’m coming? But I saw it another. I saw it as untouched. They had bookies, pimps, and drug dealers I could shake down. Who the fuck were they gonna run to? So I started getting everybody in line. Best of all, for the first time in my life, I figured out a way not to lose.”
“Tony. How you doing? Good. You got that thing for me? I was laying? No, no, I’m taking. I was taking. I’m positive. You’re a little confused? Maybe if I stick your fucking face through this window, you’ll get unconfused. Give me the money. Yeah. That’s why you had it ready. Fucking head, huh? Don’t fuck around, Tony. Ace got my son, little Nicky, involved in Little League. Turned out one of the other coaches was a fucking Metro Intelligence cop. But it didn’t matter, it was all about the kids. That’s exactly what I tell him. But that’s the kind of kid he is.”
“That’s why the bosses sent me out here. They wanted to make sure nobody robbed the joint. Like these two fucking balloon heads. They were gonna try to bang us out of 200 fucking grand. Yeah, right, I’m sure. I’m over here now. Yeah, with them. He was here before. He had a suitcase and then he left. I think maybe he went across the street or somewhere. Thanks, Eddy. Good luck to you, too. Yeah, they don’t need those anymore.”
“It was typical Ace. He invited the biggest people in town and he knew they’d show ’cause they all wanted something from him. With Ace, nobody ever got a free ride, even Ginger. With her, he still covered his bets. They had to have the baby before they could get married. He even made Jenny and me watch Amy for a few days when they went on their honeymoon, but I didn’t mind, we loved the kid.”
Ginger McKenna
Best Actress in a Leading Role
1 nomination: 1996
Best Performance by an Actress in a Motion Picture – Drama
1 win: 1996
“Yes! Told you I was hot tonight. Sorry, the dice. Thank you very much. Thank you, sir. Take care, Steve. Take chances, drive fast. Come on. I made a lot of money for you, I want my cut. Look at the stack of chips. I want my half. I want my money. I didn’t steal anything from you. Get lost? Well, how about that?”
“I’m gonna go powder my nose. I’ll be right back. Okay, thanks for asking. Hello. Great. I have something for you. You got me covered? And you do. Thank you very much. I got some lucky pills for you. Oh, I hit a few games on the way back. How you doing tonight? Beat. Take one for you. Thanks. Have a good night. Hey, Mitch. I need that stuff tonight. You are a doll. I’m here. I’m always here for you. I know. Good luck. Careful. Hi, Jennifer. A pleasure.”
“Are you trying to handicap me? You got the wrong girl, Sam. You don’t know me. You’ve known me two, three months. What do you know? You know a lot of happily married people, Sam? ‘Cause, I don’t. I care about you, but I just don’t have those kind of feelings for you. I’m sorry. I’m not in love with you. Understand? I’m sorry. If it doesn’t work out, doesn’t play out, then what happens to me? What are you pitching me?”
“I love you… I know, Lester. Yeah. This is the best thing I can for my life right now. Promise? You do? Okay, then. Talk to you later. Bye. Yeah. I’m not crying. I’m okay, I just… you just have to understand. I’ve been with Lester since I was a kid. I just wanted to say goodbye. I just… I don’t… I think I have a right to do that. Okay? Yeah. Yeah. Uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. It’s great. It’s great. It’s all my stuff. Oh, my God. You brought all my stuff! I can’t… you’re kidding. Oh, my God. What is it? Oh, it’s so soft. Oh. No one’s ever been so nice to me. Oh, my God! Do you think it’s too much if I wear these all on the same day? It’s so wonderful. The jewelry’s not so bad either. Come on, can I keep this one in the house? Okay. Need a little help with that, Mr. Collins?”
Las Vegas, Nevada
“I know it’s a little early for Las Vegas, but I want to welcome the ladies and gentlemen of the gaming industry… on behalf of the Teamsters’ pension fund, it’s my pleasure… …for $62,700,000 for the new Tangiers.”
“I know full well how much competition we have in this great city. I understand. I understand.”
“You don’t have to have a license to work in a casino. All you gotta do is apply for one. State law says you can work in a casino while they’re processing your application. They got a 10-year backlog. Why would they want to find out? We’re putting $100 million into this desert. Why lock us out? Besides, they’ll never find out. Just keep changing your job title. Like, from Casino Executive to Food and Beverage Chairman. They take your application, they put it at the bottom of the pile. I know guys been working there for 30 years don’t have a license. You got it. Nobody’s gonna interfere with you running the casino. I guarantee it.”
“Chase, couple of shooters for the ladies. Hi, Sam. Who’s this guy? What? Yeah, that’s my pen. Why? Well, thank you. Why don’t you take that pen and shove it up your ass, fucking jag-off? Fucking asshole. Look out, Joe.”
“Won’t happen again, Sam. Mr. Rothstein. Won’t happen again, Mr. Rothstein. Hey, I need a room.”
“What can I do? Maybe, you get my money back.”
“Six! Thank you. Very nice. Let’s go, this is for Ginger. Let me have $100 on the hard 10. Thank you. Oh, I’m sorry. Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time. What’s the matter? You were great. Thank you very much. I’ve seen you stealing from me. Your bag is full of chips. Get lost, Ginger. Get lost! Yes. Come on.”
“Hey, Ginger, how you doing? Take care. Yeah.”
“Hey. How you doing? What thing? Oh, Nicky, I thought you was laying. You sure? I’m a little confused. Sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. My fucking head. Now Nicholas Santoro will tell us about our first president. George Washington was born…”
“Beautiful swing. He’s gotta realize everything can’t be a home run.”
“How are you? What are you doing here? Over here? We’re waiting on Carmine. Yeah, we’re looking for Carmine. Carmine left? Carmine left? He’s gone? He’s not here? Carmine’s out? Well, listen, good luck with the joint. Yeah. Lots of luck. They forgot to sign their papers.”
“What are you doing? Oh, God! Please, no, no. No! No. No, sir. I never tried. It’s $100,000, $110,000, I think. Okay. Yeah. Hi. Yes. I have a plane to catch to Cleveland. Can I get my winnings? Look what they did to my hand, man. I want out of here. I’m sorry, I made a bad mistake. Thank you.”
Jennifer Santoro
“I folded these things beautifully and I would appreciate a little respect. Put your things away. Come on. There we go. Look. Beautiful! Right, we’re clear. I think that’s it. I’m telling you, they’re out!”
“Hey. How are you? Incredible.”
Kansas City
“Something smells good. They made us something to eat. You ever see that Jerry Steriano? Mama, that man’s here again. About 20 pounds. That’s around $700,000.”
“Ace got down at six. Get me down at six.”
Remo Gaggi
“You got a round figure on it? So? Uh-huh. Good.”
“All those fucking sweeps. Enough now! Son of a bitch! How the hell did you get Oklahoma-Michigan? Nobody ever had that. How the hell did you do it? You see? He never tells me nothing. Ace, what do we got on for next week? Okay. You come by the house? 7:00. Good job, my boy. Keep it up, okay, Ace? Hey, Nicky. Nicky, see that guy? Keep a good eye on him. He’s making a lot of money for us and he’s gonna continue making a lot of money for us, so keep a good eye on him. Not like the fucking Feds out there, without brains. Okay?”
Lester Diamond
“Gin, you know I got other people in this, I got partners. I want you to understand that I am looking out for you in this thing. Okay? You’re gonna get yours back and you’re gonna get back first. Okay? All right, yeah. Where you going? Where are you? You’re in that place. No, you’re not. Where are you? Where are you? You’re my woman. Yeah.”
“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? Don’t make me come there. Answer me. But, baby, do you know that I love you, too? Do you know that? That’s right. So it’s going to be okay. God. I wish you all the luck in the world. Yeah, I do. It’s the best thing you can do right now. I mean this. You’ll have real security. Sweetheart, you’re gonna be situated just right in Vegas. Come on, this is great for us. I’m always gonna be here for you. I ain’t going no place. I’m looking at you right now. I’m seeing you for the very first time, right this minute. I’m seeing you. I can feel my heart click. I see you 14 years old, I see you the first second I ever saw you. I see you long-legged little colt, stupid braces on your teeth. Every time I see you, that’s what I see.”
Frank Marino
“It was nine. I laid nine. How come I laid nine?”
“Course. Smarten up.”
The Tangiers
“…and this is Ronnie who takes care of the card room.”
“Verify $5,000.”
“You need him. He’s the County Commissioner’s cousin. …the Presidential suite. I don’t know what went wrong. I’m awfully sorry. I can’t understand it. These mechanical things happen. Hey, but better here than up there. I can’t believe it…”
“…to the bank with a natural eight over a five. Six. Who’s gonna give me that? Make the six. Looking good. Hard 10. Here we go now. Good. How are you? Thank you. $6,800. Thank you, you too. No problem.”
“Happy birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday, dear Jack Happy birthday to you”
“Man down! Go get medical. We got a cardiac arrest here. He’s fine, folks. Just give us some room, please. Watch yourselves.”
“He’s got a wire. There it is. That’s it. Cheater’s justice. Yeah. God!”
“Yes, it is. Yes. Hiya. That’s a lot of money to be counting in public. Why don’t I take him to the office and verify it? A little privacy. And by the way, send over a nice bottle of champagne. Sure will. Real special. I’m Billy Sherbert, casino manager. Having a good time? You’ll want to count the money in privacy…”