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Sam 'Ace' Rothstein (Character)
from Casino (1995)

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Casino (1995)
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Nicky's methods of betting weren't scientific, but they worked. When he won, he collected. When he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. I mean, what were they going to do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] In Vegas, everybody's gotta watch everybody else. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. The box men are watching the dealers. The floor men are watching the box men. The pit bosses are watching the floor men. 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.

[first lines]
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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.
[Ace's car explodes]

[repeated line]
Ace Rothstein: I can't do that.

Ace Rothstein: You guys have to be kidding, adjourned? What do you mean adjoured? Mr. Chairman, Senator. You promised me a hearing, you won't allow me a hearing? You didn't even look at the FBI reports. When you were my guest, Mr. Chairman, Senator, at the Tangiers hotel, did you not promise me that I would have a fair hearing?
Senator: I was never... I was never your guest at the Tangiers...
Ace Rothstein: You were never my guest?
Senator: ...that's right.
Ace Rothstein: I never comped you? I don't comp you at least 2 or 3 times a month? At the Tangiers?
Senator: I... I'd like to answer that at this time, Mr. Rothstein is being very typical to this point. He's lying. The only time I was at the Tangiers was when I had dinner with Barney Greenstein.
Ace Rothstein: Was I at that dinner? Tell me, was I at that dinner?
Senator: You were wandering.
Ace Rothstein: Was I at that dinner? Was I?
Senator: You were wandering around. You were in the... you were in the building.
Ace Rothstein: I was in the building? You know damn well I was at that dinner, and you swore to me I would have a fair hearing. Did you not? Did you not? Well, tell me I was at least at the dinner. Allow me that much. Give me that much at least!
Senator: Yes, you were.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah. Thanks for not calling me a liar. You son of a bitch.

Flirting Executive: Hello Mrs. Rothstein, how are you?
[kisses her hand]
Flirting Executive: You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen, you're a lucky man Mr. Rothstein.
Ace Rothstein: [hesitant] Thank you, thanks for that compliment.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] He was a young kid from the casino. Nice kid, bright boy. What balls on this fuckin' kid. The next day I fired him.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and to keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose, and in the end, we get it all.

[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?

Ace Rothstein: [talking about Don] The guy is history as far as I'm concerned. History.
Phillip Green: You can't just fire him. Webb's his brother-in-law. He's County Commissioner.
Ace Rothstein: So what? Everybody out here with cowboy boots is a fuckin' county commissioner or related to a county commissioner. I'm fuckin' sick of it.

[last lines]
Ace Rothstein: And that's that.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The bombing was never authorized, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse. And so did the powers that be.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead.

Ace Rothstein: You fucking mo-mo, what's the matter with you?

Nicky Santoro: So in other words - I'm fucked.
Ace Rothstein: In so many words, yes.

Nicky Santoro: Ace don't... listen, don't... don't make a scene, all right?
Ace Rothstein: I want to just talk. I want to talk to that Irish bitch.
Nicky Santoro: She didn't know who to turn to. She... she didn't know where to turn. She was tryin' to save your marriage.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah? Nicky, I want to talk to that fuckin' bitch.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, be fuckin' nice. Calm. Be nice. Don't fuck up in here,

Ace Rothstein: [narrating over Ginger and Nicky in bed] And this... this is how she backed him off.

[a plane just landed on the golf course]
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The Feds were watching Nicky play golf for so long that they ran out of gas. Just what I needed, right in front of the control board.
Nicky Santoro: A hundred dollars to whoever hits the plane.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Whoever it was, they put the dynamite under the passenger's side. But what they didn't know, what nobody outside the factory knew, was that that model car was made with a metal plate under the driver's seat. It's the only thing that saved my life.

[Last lines]
Ace Rothstein: [narrating] The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing? And that's that.

Ace Rothstein: [to Don] Listen to me very carefully. There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way that *I* do it. You understand?

Ace Rothstein: I'm just curious. I saw you shuffling your checks with your right hand. Can you do that with both hands?
Signaller: No.
Ace Rothstein: Can't do it with both hands?
Signaller: No, sir.
Ace Rothstein: Can you do it with your left hand?
Signaller: Well, I... I never tried.
Ace Rothstein: So you're a righty?
Signaller: Yeah.
[one of the guards repeatedly bangs the signaller's right hand with a hammer]
Ace Rothstein: Now you're gonna have to learn with your left hand.

Pat Webb: Are we certain that you want the gamin' control board eyeballing your record and your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro?
Ace Rothstein: I think you're way out of line talking to me like that. What your saying is libelous, and you're in no position to challenge my expertise.

[the winner is sent into the casino office, and sees his friend, the signaler, displaying a broken hand]
Signaller: Look what they did to my hand man!
Ace Rothstein: [to the winner] 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. You can't have both. What do you want?
Winner: I just wanna get outta here.
Ace Rothstein: And don't forget to tell your friends what happens if they fuck up around here. You understand?
Winner: I'm sorry. I made a bad mistake.
Ace Rothstein: You're fuckin' right you made a bad mistake. 'Cause if you come back here, if we catch either one of ya, we're gonna break your fuckin' heads and you won't walk out of here. You see that fuckin' saw? We're gonna use it. We don't fuck around in this place. You got it? Get outta here.
Winner: [relieved] Thank you.
[Security escorts the winner off the premises for good, then tells the other security what to do with the man with the broken right hand]
Ace Rothstein: Throw him out into the alley and just tell the cops he got hit by a car.

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.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] They had enough of Nicky. They had enough. I mean, how much more were they gonna take? So, they made an example of him and his brother: they buried them while they were still breathing.

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.

Ace Rothstein: This is the end result of all the bright lights, and the comp trips, and 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*.

Ace Rothstein: I want you to exit this guy off the premises, I want you to exit him off his feet and I want you to use his head to open the fucking door.

Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. Here, they're giving me awards.

Ace Rothstein: For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west.

Ace Rothstein: If you ever come back again, ever, to take her money, next time bring a pistol. That way you've got a chance.

[Talking in code on a tapped phone]
Nicky Santoro: Listen, I gotta meet Clean Face right away, what about the Chez Paris?
Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I gotta meet Charlie the Banker right away at your house, OK?
Ace Rothstein: No, you can't, you gotta make a reservation, it's all booked up.
Nicky Santoro: No no, it's ok.
Ace Rothstein: It's impossible, it's booked up, you gotta make a reservation, it's very difficult to get in.
Ace Rothstein: [subtitles] I don't want a meeting at my house.
Nicky Santoro: It's ok, I'll use the service entrance. I'll see you at nine.
Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I'll come in from the golf course side. See you at six.

Ace Rothstein: From now on, I want you to put an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
Ace Rothstein: ...An equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
Baker: Do you know how long that's going to take?
Ace Rothstein: I don't care how long it takes. Put an equal amount in each muffin.

Nicky Santoro: Where the fuck do you get off talking to people about me behind my back, going over my head?
Ace Rothstein: What people?
Nicky Santoro: What people, d'ja think I wasn't gonna find out?
Ace Rothstein: I don't even know what you're talking about Nick...
Nicky Santoro: No? You said I'm bringing heat on YOU? I gotta listen to people because of your fuckin shit? You're orderin me out? You better get your own fuckin army pal!
Ace Rothstein: I didn't do anything, I mean, I didn't order you or anybody. I only told Andy Stone that you had a lot of heat on you and that was a problem.
Nicky Santoro: You want me to get out of my own fuckin town?
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I said l-let the bullshit blow over for a while, so I can run the casino. Anything goes wrong with the casino it's my ass, it's not yours, it's my ass!
Nicky Santoro: Oh I don't know whether you know this or not, but you only have your fuckin casino because I made that possible. I'm what counts out here, not your fuckin country clubs or your fuckin TV shows! And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow? You know I get calls from back home every fuckin day, they think you went bat shit!
Ace Rothstein: I'm only on TV because I got to be able to hang around the casino. You understand that, you know that, come on.
Nicky Santoro: Your fuckin ass! You coulda had the food and beverage job without going on television. You wanted to go on TV.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I did want to go on TV. That way I have a forum, I can fight back. I'm known. People see me. They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown, that's right, yeah!
Nicky Santoro: You're making a big fuckin spectacle of yourself!
Ace Rothstein: Me? I wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you. You brought down so much fuckin heat on me, I mean every time I meet somebody the big question is "do I know you?"
Nicky Santoro: Oh sure now you wanna bring your fuckin license on me, is that it?
Ace Rothstein: No, Nicky, when you asked me if you could come out here, what did I tell you? I mean you asked me and I know you were gonna come out no matter what I said, but what did I tell you? Do you remember what I told you? Do you remember what I told you?
Nicky Santoro: Back- Back up, back up a fuckin' minute here. One minute. I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here? Get this through your head, you...
Ace Rothstein: You never...
Nicky Santoro: Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of me. That's the only reason. Without me, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass. Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned. Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again. You motherfucker, you.

Ace Rothstein: [to Ginger] Greedy bitch!

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Before I ever ran a casino or got myself blown up, Ace Rothstein was a helluva handicapper, I can tell you that. I was so good that when I bet, I can change the odds for every bookmaker in the country. I'm serious. 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 get you that kind of money. Sixty-two million seven hundred thousand dollars. I don't know all the details.
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] 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 have been so sweet, too. But it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that fuckin' valuable again.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over; notices a couple of card counters] Now here's this guy reading the dealer's whole card and signaling his buddy at this table.
[the signaler, using a small telegraph, types a morse code to his friend at the other table]
Ace Rothstein: 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.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] 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.

[close shot of socked feet up on casino table]
Ace Rothstein: 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?
Billy Sherbert: [goes up to Cowboy] Sir, would you mind taking your feet off the table and putting your shoes back on?
Cowboy: Yeah, I would mind. I'm having a bad night.
Billy Sherbert: [walks back over to Ace] Fuckin' asshole won't budge.
Ace Rothstein: [smoking a cigarette] Call security.
[advances towards cowboy and says firmly]
Ace Rothstein: How are you?
Cowboy: [trying to avoid eye contact and says sour] Good. How are you?
Ace Rothstein: [getting right to the point] Fine. Good. You want to do me a favor? You want to take your feet off the table and put your shoes back on?
Cowboy: [now making eye contact] Fuck you!
Ace Rothstein: [looks in disbelief]
Cowboy: [with serious look]
Ace Rothstein: [goes back to Sherbert to see that security has arrived and says to them pointing at cowboy] I want you vacate this guy off the premises, and I want you to exit him off his feet and use his head to open the fucking door.
Guards: [approach cowboy and one tries to say firmly but nice] Sir, you're gonna have to leave. You mind accompanying us outside?
Cowboy: Bullshit, I ain't going anywhere.
Guards: [one guard grabs the cowboy by the arms, the other by the legs and says] Bullshit, you're coming with us!
Cowboy: [mainly at Ace who casually watches the scene unfold while smoking his cigarette] Fuck you! FUCK YOU! You know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you? You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with?
Guards: [now using Cowboy like a battering ram at the doors] Here we go!
Cowboy: [shocked at this] I don't believe this!
Guards: [smashes the cowboy against and through the doors head first]

Ace Rothstein: [voice over after having cowboy thrown out] Sure enough, an hour later, I get the call.
Nicky Santoro: [on payphone] Ace, what happened over there? I mean, did you know that guy you threw out was with me?
[in background the cowboy stands there with some other guys]
Ace Rothstein: [on casino phone] No, I didn't know that. But you know what he did? He insulted Billy. And then I walked over to him politely and he tells me to go fuck myself. Then he called me a faggot.
Nicky Santoro: [in a you don't say type of voice] What?
Ace Rothstein: So what do you think I do? I threw that cocksucker out.
Nicky Santoro: What? Hold on a second.
[to cowboy]
Nicky Santoro: Hey, come here.
Cowboy: [does]
Nicky Santoro: [losing it] You called my friend a faggot? You tell him to go fuck himself?
Cowboy: Nicky, I didn't
Nicky Santoro: Is that what you did?
Cowboy: [stuttering] I did. I didn't
Nicky Santoro: [angry] Tell him to go fuck himself? You fucking hick! Fucking.
[Nicky hits cowboy with phone. He falls down]
Nicky Santoro: you big fucking hick, you. Come here. Come here.
[to guys]
Nicky Santoro: Get him up. Come here.
Cowboy: [does all banged up]
Nicky Santoro: You go over there right now and you apologize. You better hope he lets you back in. If you ever get out of line over there again, I'll smash your fucking head so hard you won't be able to get that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fucking hick.
Nicky Santoro: [into phone] Ace, listen to me. this guy obviously doesn't know who he was talking to, you understand? He doesn't know that, uh, we're dear friends. I mean, he's already very sorry. But, uh, if you could do me a favor to let him back in, I swear to you he'll never get out of line again. I promise you that.
Ace Rothstein: If he does it again, he's out for good. I don't care what it is, Nick, I'm gonna ha- I'll - I'll never let him in the place again.
Nicky Santoro: I'm sorry about this. Really. All right, Ace?
Ace Rothstein: Okay.
Nicky Santoro: Thanks, pal.
[hangs up and turns to cowboy for round two of his scolding]
Nicky Santoro: [to cowboy] You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table... you shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smelling motherfucker you! You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fucking desert! You understand?
[slaps cowboy]
Nicky Santoro: Go over there and apologize.
[kicks the cowboy]
Nicky Santoro: Go! Get the fuck over there!

Female Newscaster: A routine licensing hearing turned into bedlam yesterday when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein accused the state's top gaming officials of corruption and hypocrisy.
Ace Rothstein: What are you runnin' for, Bob? What are you running for? Don't you remember? You promised me a fair hearing when you were getting comped at my hotel, and you were asking me for copies of your bills so you could put 'em on your expense account!
Female Newscaster: In a wild outburst that followed his gaming license denial, Rothstein followed several stunned commissioners into the hallway where he continued his harangue until his own lawyers and friends urged him to leave.
Ace Rothstein: Bullshit! Bullshit! We all have a past. You have a past. I have a past. And my past is no worse than yours. But you guys think you have the right to pass judgement on me!
Female Newscaster: Long suspected of running the Tangiers without a license, yesterday's hearing was to determine whether someone with Rothstein's history was qualified to officially hold a top gaming post.
Ace Rothstein: Fuckin' hypocrites!

Frankie Avalon: I have a large family.
Ace Rothstein: How many kids do you have?
Frankie Avalon: I'm very proud to say that we have eight children.
Ace Rothstein: That's amazing.
Frankie Avalon: [audience applauding] No, no, please. Please. There's nothing to it, heh. It was my pleasure.

Ginger: Okay, I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.
Ace Rothstein: Who were you with?
Ginger: I was with someone.
Ace Rothstein: I know you were with someone, who were you with?
[pause]
Ace Rothstein: I just hope it's not someone who I think it might be. I just hope it's not them.

Ginger: We had a deal, remember? He said if things didn't work out, I could take my stuff and my daughter and leave.
Ace Rothstein: Look in my eyes. Look - look in my eyes. You know me. Do you see anything in these eyes that would let someone in your condition take my child away from me? You know that'll never happen.

[Ace questions Ginger on how much money she and Lester spent when they tried to kidnap Amy]
Ginger: Would you knock it off, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'm just trying to figure it out.
Ginger: Nothing to figure out. I'm home, we're working it out.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah, but I've been told before we're working it out. To think that you're home...
[his eyes narrow]
Ace Rothstein: - after what you just put me through with Amy... is a favor to me?
[pause]
Ace Rothstein: So counting the watch, maybe four thousand for expenses over the weekends, of which you must have had a good time. I know he did. That's for sure. I know that fucking peice of shit had a good fucking time. On my money. You might as well have fucked him, which you probably did anyway. You looking me a certain way. You're teary-eyed. I get it. You're good actress, you know that? Good fucking actress. Can't fucking get that pity out of people. I'm no john. You understand? You always thought I was but I'm not. I'm no sucker. Fucking pimp cocksucker. He's lucky I didn't kill him last time. Lucky he's fucking living. And if you had stayed with him, and you would have run away, you would have been dead, both of you. Dead! Dead!

Ace Rothstein: Are you out of your fucking mind? You tie up our kid and lock the fucking door? Are you out of your mind? That's our child. Are you out of your fucking mind?
Ginger: It was just for a little while, Sam. The baby-sitter wasn't there.
Ace Rothstein: I ought to fucking have you committed. You fucking do that again, I'll...
Ginger: I was just gonna be out for a little while. She was asleep. I was gonna be right back before she even woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen. Listen, you fucking cunt. Listen to me.
Ginger: Fuck you. I was gonna be back before she woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen to me. Listen carefully. You ever touch her again, you ever do anything like that again, I'll fucking kill ya, pure and simple. You hear me? Pure and fuckin' simple.
Ginger: Why don't you just let me go, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'll fucking kill you. You fucking whore.
Ginger: I'll sign anything you want me to sign. I just want the key to my jewelry, and I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: You want your jewelry?
Ginger: I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: And let you disgrace me, you fucking pig? Let you disgrace me? Get up and be a mother. Get in the car and go to the house right now. Get up and get in the... get... get up. Get up!
Ginger: [Being forced toward the door] I wouldn't do that if I were you. I wouldn't do that...
Ace Rothstein: Get the fuck... are you threatening me? I'll fucking kill you in this place. Get up and go home.
Ginger: I'm going! I'm going!

Ace Rothstein: Now you need approval from him to go home?
Ginger: So what? So who fucking blew you in the parking lot before you came in, huh?
Ace Rothstein: You make me sick, you fuck. Once a fuckin' hooker, always a hooker.
Ginger: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! *Fuck you*!

Ace Rothstein: Four reels, sevens across on three $15,000 jackpots. Do you have any idea what the odds are?
Don Ward: Shoot, it's gotta be in the millions, maybe more.
Ace Rothstein: Three fuckin' jackpots in 20 minutes? Why didn't you pull the machines? Why didn't you call me?
Don Ward: Well, it happened so quick, 3 guys won; I didn't have a chance...
Ace Rothstein: [interrupts] You didn't see the scam? You didn't see what was going on?
Don Ward: Well, there's no way to determine that...
Ace Rothstein: Yes there is! An infallible way, they won!
Don Ward: Well, it's a casino! People gotta win sometimes.
Ace Rothstein: [grows more irritated] Ward, you're pissing me off. Now you're insulting my intelligence; what you think I am, a fuckin' idiot? You know goddamn well that someone had to get into those machines and set those fuckin' reels. The probability of one four-reel machine is a million and a half to one; the probability of three machines in a row; it's in the billions! It cannot happen, would not happen, you fuckin' momo! What's the matter with you? Didn't you see you were being set up on the second win?
Don Ward: I really think...
Ace Rothstein: [interrupts] Wait! You didn't see that you were being set up on the second win?
Don Ward: I really think you're overreacting...
Ace Rothstein: Listen, you fuckin' yokel, I've had it with you. I've been carrying your ass in this place ever since I got here. Get your ass and get your things and get out of here.
Don Ward: You're firing me?
Ace Rothstein: I'm firing you. No, I'm not firing, I'm firing you, ya...
Don Ward: You might regret this, Mr. Rothstein.
Ace Rothstein: I'll regret it even more if I keep you on.
Don Ward: This is not the way to treat people.
Ace Rothstein: Listen, if you didn't know you were being scammed you're too fuckin' dumb to keep this job, if you did know, you were in on it. Either way, YOU'RE OUT! Get out. Go on, let's go.

[From trailer]
Ace Rothstein: I tried to do everything I could for you, even though I knew, deep down inside, you would bury me.
Nicky Santoro: I bury you? You buried yourself.

Ginger: [rear-ending Sam's car repeatedly] You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Don't fucking ignore me, you motherfucker! I mean it! You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Fuck you! Goddamn you, come out here! I'm gonna drive your fucking car through the living room! You fucking coward! You motherfucker, you! Come out here and talk to me, you fucker!
Ace Rothstein: Will you stop it? You're drunk, you're on drugs.
Ginger: I am not!
Ace Rothstein: You're gonna be sorry if you don't stop it! The whole neighborhood...
Ginger: Don't you threaten me! Don't you threaten me! You are not threatening me anymore! You fuck! You fuck! I'm sick of you! I AM fucking Nicky Santoro! I am! He's my new sponsor! How about that, you fuckhead?
[the police pull up]
Ginger: What are you looking at? Fuck off!

Ace Rothstein: You know, I don't know if I could do this even if I wanted to. The Gaming Commission would never give me a license. I have at least two dozen gambling and bookmaking pinches on me.
Andy Stone: You don't have to have a license to work in a casino. All you gotta do is apply for one. The state law says you can work in a casino while they're processing your application. They got a ten-year backlog.
Ace Rothstein: But what happens when they do find out?
Andy Stone: Why would they want to find out? We're putting a hundred million into this desert here. Why would they want to lock us out? And besides, they'll never find out. All you got to do is keep changing your job title. Like, uh, from Casino Executive to Food and Beverage Chairman. And what happens is they take your application and they put it at the bottom of the pile. I know guys working there for thirty years who don't have a license.
Ace Rothstein: [Exhales] It's a tough proposition, Andy. You know, if I did it, I'd have to run it my way.
Andy Stone: You got it.
Ace Rothstein: I'm serious. No interference.
Andy Stone: Nobody's going to interfere with you running the casino. I guarantee it.

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.

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.

Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] And what happens next? I can't believe it. Who the hell would believe that the FBI had a wire in the place looking for some information about some old homicide about some guy who was whacked out God knows when over God knows what. Would you believe such a thing could happen? Every FBI man across the country had their ears open, this guy basically sunk the whole world.