I didn't much like Las Vegas. The noise of the place and the whole 24-hour, 'let's play the slot machines all night' culture of the place just left me cold.
I've always loved it in Las Vegas, and it is the only city in the world that brings so many different talented people from so many places.
One day, I saw a magic show, and I was like, 'I have to learn how to do this!' Every time I went to Las Vegas, I had to get at least two or three tricks from the magic shops.
'Behind The Candelabra' is an HBO movie. It's the Liberace story. Michael Douglass and Matt Damon. I play a small part in it. I play a choreographer who introduces, brings Matt Damon to Las Vegas for the first time.
Obviously, I try to make the films work for an audience. That's the main point of making a film, and in retrospect, one can see that certain films, let's say Leaving Las Vegas, demonstrated its own success.
Bailing out people who made ill-advised mortgages makes no more sense that bailing out people who lost their life savings in Las Vegas casinos.
Our culture does not teach us this, but what happens in Vegas does not stay in Vegas. If you cheat in Vegas, it comes right home with you. If you cheat in Vegas, you walk home as a cheater. You lie awake at a night a cheater. You cannot escape it.
How many more nights and weird mornings can this terrible shit go on? How long can the body and the brain tolerate this doom-struck craziness? This grinding of teeth, this pouring of sweat, this pounding of blood in the temples… small blue veins go...
The press is a gang of cruel faggots. Journalism is not a profession or a trade. It is a cheap catch-all for fuckoffs and misfits--a false doorway to the backside of life, a filthy piss-ridden little hole nailed off by the building inspector, but jus...
Dr. Gonzo: I have to go. Raoul Duke: Go? Dr. Gonzo: Yes. Leave the country. Raoul Duke: Calm down. You'll be straight in a few hours. Just sit down, sit the fuck down. Dr. Gonzo: Don't fuck around, man. This is serious. One more hour in this town and...
Dr. Gonzo: [holding a key] Where did this one come from? Raoul Duke: That's Lacerda's. Dr. Gonzo: Yeah, yeah. I thought we might need it. [falls over] Raoul Duke: What for? Dr. Gonzo: What for? So we can go up there and blast him out of bed with the ...
Raoul Duke: Of course, I could hear what the clerk was really saying. Clerk at Flamingo Hotel: Listen, you fuzzy little shithead! I've been fucked around in my time by a fairly good cross-section of mean-tempered, rule-crazy cops, and now it's my tur...
Raoul Duke: [referring to the knife Acosta is holding] Jesus God Almighty man, where'd you get that big fucker? Dr. Gonzo: Room Service sent it up, I needed something to cut the limes, man. Raoul Duke: Limes? What limes? Dr. Gonzo: They didnt have an...
Raoul Duke: What the fuck? That's fucking machine guns, man, they're firing at us! Machine guns! It's a goddamn war zone, man! Get us out of here, quick! Quick, man! Quick, we're going to be killed, for fuck's sake! Oh no, oh God oh God oh God...
Raoul Duke: Don't take any guff from these swine. If you have any trouble, remember, you can always send a telegram to the Right People. Dr. Gonzo: Yeah, Explaining my Position. Some asshole wrote a poem about that once. Probably good advice if you h...
[last lines] Sera: I think the thing is, we both realized that we didn't have that much time. And I accepted him for who he was, and I didn't expect him to change, and I think he felt that for me, too. I liked his drama, and he needed me. And I loved...
Ben Sanderson: I think when I'm done with this I'll have a gin and tonic. L.A. Bartender: Do you know what time it is? You should be drinking coffee. You're a young guy. You know, it's none of my business, but if you could see what I see, you wouldn'...
The Strip was still lit by a million neon lights, though the crowds on the sidewalk had greatly decreased by this hour. Still, Bosch was awed by the spectacle of light. In every imaginable color and configuration, it was a megawatt funnel of enticeme...
But I still have no cash flow. I need a job, or the gift of prophecy and a plane ticket to Las Vegas.
No. I do believe in them. I just think they’re absentee landlords. Right now, they’re probably hanging out somewhere in Las Vegas, screwing showgirls and cheating at poker.
Burnout comes easy in the high-pressure world of television, and when the opportunity arose to move to Las Vegas and bring my friends and star chefs to open their restaurants at the Venetian, I made the move here.
