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

Ace Rothstein

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: It was only for a couple hours Sam... the babysitter wasn't around, so I did what I could.
Ace Rothstein: Listen to me... listen to me you ten cent whore! Fucking listen to me.
Ginger: I wouldn't do that if I were you. I wouldn't do that if I were you.
Ace Rothstein: Listen to me! Listen to me you fucking cunt. If you ever do that again to my daughter, I'll kill you plain and fucking simple. Now get up.

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

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

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?
Ace Rothstein: What are you...
Nicky Santoro: You know I get calls from back home every fuckin' day? They think that you went batshit.
Ace Rothstein: I'm only TV because I gotta be able to hang around the casino. You understand that. You know that. Come on.
Nicky Santoro: Your fuckin' ass. You could have done the food and beverage job without goin' 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. They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown. That's right.
Nicky Santoro: You're makin' a big fuckin' spectacle of yourself.

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

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.

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

The feds were watching Nicky play golf for so long that they ran out of gas.

Ace Rothstein

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.

Ace Rothstein

[narrating] Well, it wasn't long before what I was afraid was gonna happened, happen. Nicky managed to get himself banned from every casino in Las Vegas, and from then on i couldn't be seen anywhere near him.

Ace Rothstein

[narrating] They had so much fucking money in there, you can build yourself stacks of houses on hundred dollar bills.

Nicky Santoro

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