Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?
Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' Hebe.
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.
Remo Gaggi: The little guy. He wouldn't be fucking the Jew's wife, would he?
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.
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.
Vinny Forlano: He won't talk. Stone is a good kid. Stand-up guy, just like his old man. That's the way I see it.
Vincent Borelli: I agree. He's solid. A fuckin' Marine.
Americo Capelli: He's okay. He always was. Remo, what do you think?
Remo Gaggi: Look... why take a chance? At least, that's the way I feel about it.
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: 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: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. Here, they're giving me awards.
Nicky Santoro: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?
Ace Rothstein: For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west.
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: 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.
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.
Ginger: Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast.
Ace Rothstein: You fucking mo-mo, what's the matter with you?