Quotes for
Nicky Santoro (Character)
from Casino (1995)

Casino (1995)

Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' hebe.

Nicky Santoro: Listen to me Anthony. I got your head in a fuckin' vise. I'll squash your head like a fuckin' grapefruit if you don't give me a name. Don't make me have to do this, please. Don't make me be a bad guy, come on.
Tony Dogs: Fuck you.
Nicky Santoro: This motherfucker, you believe this? Two fucking days and nights! Fuck me? *Fuck me?* You motherfucker!
[turning the crank]
Nicky Santoro: Fuck my mother? That's what you fucking tell me? You motherfucker you!

Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fuckin' night.

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.

Nicky Santoro: [about beating Tony Dogs to get information out of him] You better hope he gives me a fuckin' name soon, or I'm gonna give him yours, Frank.
Frank Marino: Yeah, thanks a lot.
Nicky Santoro: I know you woulda ratted by now.

Nicky Santoro: I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and, uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.

[Describing Kansas City family underboss Piscano]
Nicky Santoro: This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee.

Nicky Santoro: [to Ace] 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.

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

Nicky Santoro: If you ever get of line over there again, I'll smash your fuckin' head in so hard, you won't be able to put that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fuckin' hick.

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: [voice-over] For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his balls.

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,

Nicky Santoro: You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table? You shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smellin' motherfucker you. You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fuckin' desert.

Nicky Santoro: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?

Nicky Santoro: [after beating Joe until he cries] You hear a little girl, Frankie? Is that a little girl, Ace? Is that a little fuckin' girl? What happened to the fuckin' tough guy who told my friend to stick it up his fuckin' ass?

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 motherfucker!
Tony Dogs: Kill me.
Nicky Santoro: I'll kill you. You motherfucker you! Frankie, do him a fuckin' favor.

Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?

[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.

Nicky Santoro: Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you!

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 so you won't have to take 'em.

Nicky Santoro: That black book's a joke. It's only got two names in it for the whole country. And one of them's still Al Capone.

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? Yeah, right, I'm sure.

Nicky Santoro: Maybe if I stick your head through that window over there you'll get unconfused. Give me the fuckin money.

Nicky Santoro: Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass!

Nicky Santoro: Take this one and stick it up your sister's ass!

Nicky Santoro: If you had any fucking heart at all you'd be out fuckin' stealing for a living.

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!

Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] The first one to skip was John Nance. He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica. He thought nobody would find him there.
[Gunshots are heard. Nance runs onto the veranda of his mansion, breaks a door panel and runs inside. Beeper follows him and more gunshots are heard. Nance comes back onto the veranda, only this time he has been shot in the stomach. He limps around while clutching his bloody stomach]
Nicky Santoro: But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding and give them all up just to save his kid. So...
[Nance kneels down. Curly and Beeper approach him from behind]
Curly: We're you goin', jag-off?
[Curly points his gun expertly at the top of Nance's head and fires. Blood splatters from Nance's mouth as he falls to the ground. The gunmen walk away]

Nicky Santoro: You call yourself a man? You know you're a lyin', low-life, motherfuckin' gambling degenerate prick? You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home. I gave you money to pay the fuckin' rent and buy groceries, put the heat on. You know your wife called Frankie and told him the fuckin' heat's off? Huh? And you didn't gamble that fuckin' money? You're gonna stand here and tell me that?

Nicky Santoro: Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.

Nicky Santoro: I didn't like the people I was ripping off looking at me, so I used to turn their fucking pictures around.

Nicky Santoro: Tell that fuckin' Pepe if he's switching stones on us, he'd better take a fucking camel back to Nigeria.

Nicky Santoro: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.

[about to have sex in a car behind his restaurant]
Nicky Santoro: I fly stuff in fresh every day. I get bread from back home, I get fish from California, and you can always tell a great kitchen like ours 'cause of the milk-fed veal. That's the secret. See milk-fed veal is pure white. Out here, they got that pink veal. Slide over, honey. Now pink veal, you can pound that shit for two days, and it'll never ever get tender, you know what I mean?

[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.

Nicky Santoro: And we know what you do, don't we Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
Charlie Clark: You can't talk to me like that...
Nicky Santoro: Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my fucking money or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep.

Nicky Santoro: [to the blackjack dealer] Look at this fuckin beaut they put in now. Sherbert send you in here to rob me now? Been fucking knocking everyone's dick in all night? Huh, you been beating all the customers tonight, motherfucker? Huh? Jag-off. Hit me.

Nicky Santoro: She was doing pretty good with her lawsuit. But before she could start counting her money, the boys back home decided to settle the case out of court instead. So they sent me.
[Nicky runs into Anna Scott's house and shoots her in the head three times]

[about halfway through the film; Nicky has just calmed Ginger down after Lester was beat up by her husband's thugs]
Nicky Santoro: [about her drinking] And take it easy with this shit, will you? I mean, this can only make matters worse. You're a beautiful girl. You don't want to ruin your looks. I've seen a lot of girls get shot to hell from this stuff.

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.

[Nicky has Dogs head in a vise]
Nicky Santoro: Hey, Dogs, can you hear me?
Tony Dogs: [looks over]
Nicky Santoro: Listen, Dogs. I've got your head in a vise. I'll squash your fucking head like a grapefruit, if you don't give me a name.
[now in reasonable voice]
Nicky Santoro: Come on, Anthony. We go way back. Don't make me do this, please. Don't make me have to be the bad guy here.
Tony Dogs: [weakly] Fuck you.
Nicky Santoro: [miffed] Fuck me?
[to cohorts]
Nicky Santoro: Do you believe this? Two whole days and nights now.
[turns to vise and starts twisting it almost spinning it like a sailor's wheel]
Nicky Santoro: Fuck me? Huh? Fuck me, motherfucker? Fuck my mother? Is that what you're telling me?
Tony Dogs: [gasps painfully as one of his eyes literally sprouts out of its socket!]
Nicky Santoro: [upon seeing this] Oh God, please give me a name.
Tony Dogs: [gasping] Charlie, Charlie M.
Nicky Santoro: Charlie M? YOU MAKE ME POP YOU'RE FUCKING EYE OUT TO PROTECT THAT PIECE OF SHIT? YOU DUMB MOTHERFUCKER!

Nicky Santoro: [to Ace] 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?

Nicky Santoro: You call yourself a man? You know you're a lying, lowlife motherfucking gambling degenerate prick. You know that's what you are? Two small kids at home? I gave you money to pay the fucking rent, buy groceries, put the heat on? You know your wife called Frankie and told him the fucking heat's off? Huh? And you sitting here telling me you didn't gamble that fucking money? No? No? You didn't? Don't fuck with me Al! Don't make a fuck out of me! You wanna embarrass me, make a fool out of me, you didn't gamble? Tell me you gambled the fucking money and I'll give you the fucking money to put the fucking heat on! Did you gamble? Huh?
Al: [the gambler nods and Nicky hands him the money]
Nicky Santoro: Fucking degenerate ya! Fucking kids at home! Here! Get the fuck out of here!
Al: Thanks Nick.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah, thanks. Let me find out you fucked up, I'll leave you wherever I'll find ya!

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 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!

Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' bosses. I mean, they're smokin' their Di Nobilis and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin' suffritt', you know, fried pigs guts? While, if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fuckin' bus stop.

Nicky Santoro: Now, notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything. Somehow, somebody's always lookin' the other way. Now, look at these guys. They look busy, right? They're countin' money. Who wants to bother them? I mean, God forbid they should make a mistake and forget to steal.

Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Now, on top of everything else, I gotta make sure no one fucks around with the Golden Jew.

Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' Jews stick together, don't they?
Frank Marino: They're havin' a good time.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah? So are we.

[Nicky has come to collect]
Tony the bookie: I thought you was layin' it.
Nicky Santoro: Oh no. I'm taking it.
Tony the bookie: Are you sure?
Nicky Santoro: I'm positive.

[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.

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