High Roller: Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time. [tries to give her a small handful of chips] Ginger: Come on. High Roller: What's the matter? Ginger: What do you mean "what's the matter"? I made a lot of money for you. I want...
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.
Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. But out here, they're givin' me awards.
Remo Gaggi: Frankie, they found a guy's head in the desert, did you know about that? Frank Marino: Yea I heard, yea Remo Gaggi: Everybody's talkin about it, makin a big deal about it, it's in all the papers. Frank Marino: Whadaya gonna do? Frank Mari...
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 motherfuc...
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.
Billy Sherbert: [to the winner] That's a lot of money to be counting out in public.
[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?
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: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?
Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?
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.
[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...
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: [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...
Nicky Santoro: If you had any fucking heart at all you'd be out fuckin' stealing for a living.
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: Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.
