Think he got the point? What are you doing? He's a square guy, for christ's sakes. You...

Nicky Santoro: Think he got the point? Ace Rothstein: What are you doing? He's a square guy, for christ's sakes. You can't treat him like that. He's gonna run to the FBI. Nicky Santoro: Fuck the FBI! That prick's been dodging me for three weeks. And what is it with you? All of a sudden, you're trying to tell me what to do all the time. Ace Rothstein: I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But you were way out of line, Nick. What're you doing? Where's your head? Nicky Santoro: Where's my head? Where's your fucking balls? Huh? You know I'm trying to put something really big together out here. You know what I'm talking about, huh? You know! If you're acting like this now, how can I depend on you? There's a lot of things going to change out here. And if you wanna be there with me, Sammy, you're going to have to go my fucking way. Ace Rothstein: Listen, Nick, you got to understand my situation. I'm responsible for thousands of people. I got a hundred million a year going through the place. It's all over, I'm going to tell you, it's all over, if I don't get that license. And believe me, if it goes bad for me, it's gonna go bad for a lot of people, you understand? Nicky Santoro: Yeah, forget about your fucking license. I plant my own flag out here, you ain't gonna need a fucking license. [pause] Nicky Santoro: You know, I don't know what it is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you, the more I feel like you just don't want to go along with me, is that it? You should say so. Ace Rothstein: No, I don't want to come along with you. I'll be honest with you. Nicky Santoro: Just say so- All right, fine. Ace Rothstein: I don't want to be involved in anything you're talking about, okay? I just want to run a square joint. That's it. I just want my license. I want everything nice and quiet. That's it. Nicky Santoro: You mean, quiet like this? [holds up a magazine] Nicky Santoro: "I'm the boss." That's quiet? Ace Rothstein: That's all taken out of context. I have no control over that. Ronnie and Billy were right there. They'll tell you exactly what happened. Nicky Santoro: Well, back home they don't know about fucking control. That looks bad. Ace Rothstein: Looks bad? I'm going to tell you what looks bad. Every time you're on television, I get mentioned. That looks bad. That looks bad! Nicky Santoro: What the fuck happened to you? Will you tell me? Ace Rothstein: What happened to me? What happened to you? You lost your control. Nicky Santoro: I lost control? Look at you! You're fucking walking around like John Barrymore! A fucking pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control? You know, I didn't want to bring this up, but you have treating a lot of people with a lot of disrespect. Even your own wife. Ace Rothstein: My wife? Nicky Santoro: Yeah. Ace Rothstein: Now, what does she have to do with all this? Nicky Santoro: Well, she comes to see me. She was upset about a lot of things, especially that whole fuckin' Diamond - that Lester Diamond incident. Ace Rothstein: All of a sudden, you're the shoulder to cry on? Did you at least tell her about your little role in that whole situation? Nicky Santoro: No, I didn't. What good would that do? That's not the fucking point. The point is that she's upset. She's - and you got a fucking problem. Ace Rothstein: Listen, I would appreciate it if you'd stay out of my personal life, okay? You wouldn't like it if I did it to you.

They were gonna try to bang us out of 200 fuckin' grand... - yeah, right, I'm sure. - Hey! How are you? How are you? What are you doing here? I'm over here now. - You're over here? - Yeah, I'm over here with them. We're waiting on Carmine. Yeah, we're looking for Carmine. He was here before. He had a suitcase and then he left. - Carmine left? - Carmine left? He's gone? He's not here? Carmine's out? I think maybe he went across the street... or somewhere else or somethin'. Well, listen, good luck with the joint. - Ah, thanks, Eddie. - Yeah, lots of luck. - Yeah, good luck to you too. - Hey, they forgot to sign their papers. Yeah, they don't need those anymore. Guys from other crews got away with a warning. Everybody else, watch out. Like these yokels here... who never heard of Nicky or the bosses back home. 'Cause they're the morons who give you the most trouble. Even after we'd catch them, they'd 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 bettin' lavender chips... at 500 each with only one little problem... he's always guessed right. If he wasn't so fuckin' 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. Now, here's this guy reading the dealer's hole card... and signaling his buddy at this table. And that's just what these hustlers look for. They cruise from casino to casino looking for weak dealers... the way lions look for weak antelope. Operator, this is Mr. R. Get me Armstrong and Friday over at pit two right away. BJ 19, second base, the beard. Operator, I need Mr. Happy. Loud. Man down! Go get medical. We got a cardiac arrest here. He's fine, folks. Just give us some room, please. They never know what hit them. And if and when they do find out... that they just got zapped by a cattle prod... they wish they really did have a heart attack. Turns out this guy and his fuckin' pals... they were knocking this place dead for years. - He's got a wire on him. - Hey, hey, what are you doing? There it is. That's it. - Cheater's justice. - Oh, God! No, no, no! 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 just curious. I saw you shuffling your checks... with your right hand. - Can you do that with both hands? - No. - You can't do it with both hands? - No, sir. Can you do it with your left hand? Well, I never tried. - So, you're a righty. - Yeah. Now you're gonna have to learn with your left hand. - It's 100, 110, I think. - Yes, it is. Okay. Hiya. That's a lot of money to be counting out in public. Why don't I take him... over to the office and verify it? A little privacy. And by the way... send over a nice bottle of champagne on ice. - Sure will. - Real special. - By the way, I'm Billy Sherbert, casino manager. - Hi. - Having a good time? - Yes. You want to count the money in privacy. I have a plane to catch to Cleveland. Can I get my winnings? Look what they did to my hand, man. All right, I'm gonna give you a choice: You can either have the money and the hammer or you can walk out of here. - What do you want? - I just wanna get out of here. And don't forget to tell your friends what happens if they fuck around here. - I'm sorry, I made a bad mistake. - You're fuckin' right you made a bad mistake. 'Cause if you come back here, and we catch either one of you... we're gonna break your heads, and you won't walk out of here. You see that fuckin' saw? We're gonna use it. You got it? - Get out of here. - Thank you. Throw him in the alley and tell the cops he got hit by a car. Within no time, everything was set in place. We got rid of the freelance scamsters... the per was way up, the gods were happy. 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 real long shot. We're not gettin' any younger. Don't you think it's time? Aren't you gettin' tired of all this shit? What, are you trying to handicap me? I'm gonna do you one better. I'm tryin' to marry you. You wanna marry me? I'm serious. I wanna settle down. I want a family. You got the wrong girl, Sam. I know I'd be a good father, you'd be a good mother. You don't know me. You've known me two, three months. I'm 43 years old. I don't want to wait. I know you well enough to know that I really love you. And I can't think of anybody better to be with. And I don't feel like waiting anymore. You know a lot of happily married people, Sam? 'Cause I don't. Yeah, I know all that. I care about you, okay. But I just don't have those kind of feelings for you. I'm sorry. I'm not in love with you. - All right, all right. - Understand? Sam, I'm sorry. No, I... I... I mean... I 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. If it doesn't work out, doesn't play out... then what happens to me? You know I'm doing well now, and I'm gonna do even better. And so whatever happens... if it doesn't work out between us... I'm gonna 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 you'd ever imagine. What are you pitching me? Just what I said, you'll be set up... for the rest of your life, that I can promise you. Want to take a chance? When I married Ginger, I knew all the stories.