[narrating] 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. But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding to save his kid and give them all up. So...

Nicky Santoro

Ginger: COME OUT AND TALK TO ME, FUCKER.
Ace Rothstein: Would you stop, you're drunk and stoned.
Ginger: I AM NOT.
Ace Rothstein: You're going to be sorry.
Ginger: Don't you threaten me. DON'T YOU THREATEN ME. I am fucking Nicky Santoro. HE'S MY NEW SPONSOR. How about that. I will go to police and to the FBI. I'M NOT PROTECTING YOU ANYMORE, YOU FUCK.

Ginger: We had a deal remember? He said if things didn't work out between us, I could get my stuff and I could leave.
Ace Rothstein: Look at my eyes, do you see anything in the eyes that makes you think I'm going to let you take my child away from me with your condition?

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.

Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast.

Ginger

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.

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