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Casino

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Directed by: Martin Scorsese
Written by: Nicholas Pileggi, Nicholas Pileggi
Starring: Robert De Niro, Sharon Stone, Joe Pesci
Released on: November 22, 1995
Taglines:They had it all, they ran the show, and it was paradise...while it lasted.

Casino Quotes

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

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

Whenever we got local merch, we'd usually send it to Palm Spring or Arizona, LA. I had a couple of sand niggers out there. You know, Arabs. image

Whenever we got local merch, we'd usually send it to Palm Spring or Arizona, LA. I had a couple of sand niggers out there. You know, Arabs.

How the fuck can you grin? image

How the fuck can you grin?

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. image

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.

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. image

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.

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

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

Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.

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

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

 And this... this is how she backed him off. image

And this... this is how she backed him off.

He knew how to bring in the crowds. He knew all the fuckin' angles. He brought over the whole 'Femme Fatale' show from Paris. But he forgot how lazy them European dancin' broads can get. I mean, he had to weigh 'em in once a week to make sure they didn't blow up like fuckin' balloons. image

He knew how to bring in the crowds. He knew all the fuckin' angles. He brought over the whole 'Femme Fatale' show from Paris. But he forgot how lazy them European dancin' broads can get. I mean, he had to weigh 'em in once a week to make sure they didn't blow up like fuckin' balloons.

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

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

You gotta know that a guy who helps you steal, even if you take care of him real well, I mean, he's gonna steal a little bit extra for himself. Makes sense, don't it? Right? image

You gotta know that a guy who helps you steal, even if you take care of him real well, I mean, he's gonna steal a little bit extra for himself. Makes sense, don't it? Right?

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. image

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.

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? image

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?

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.

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. image

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.

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

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

This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee.

Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass!

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.

We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' Hebe.

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!

What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?

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.

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

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

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.

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.

Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you!

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.

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?

Frankie, some of these stones got a lot of niggers in 'em. Tell that fuckin' Pepe if he's switching stones on us, he'd better take a fuckin' camel back to Nigeria.

Now, on top of everything else, I gotta make sure no one fucks around with the Golden Jew.

You motherfucker you.

Ace was so fuckin' worried about his casino, he forgot what we were doin' out here in the first place. A million times I wanted to yell in his fuckin' ear: 'This is Las Vegas! We're supposed to be out here robbin', you dumb fuckin' Heeb.'

Nicky Santoro: You can always tell a great kitchen like ours because of the milk-fed veal. That's the secret.
Nicky Santoro: See, milk-fed veal is pure white. Out here, they got that pink veal. Slide over, honey.
Nicky Santoro: Now, pink veal, you can pound that shit for two days and it'll never get tender, you know what I mean?

As much as they liked him, I mean, he wasn't one of us. He wasn't Italian. As far as they knew, he could have talked. Otherwise, Stony might still be alive.

Before you knew it, anybody who knew anything wound up gettin' whacked.

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.

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' balloonheads over here. They were gonna try to bang us outta two hundred fuckin' grand? Yeah, right, I'm sure.

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.

I'm looking at you right now. I'm seeing you for the very first time right this minute. I'm seeing you and I can feel my heart click. I see you fourteen years old. I see the first second i ever saw you. I see you long-legged little colt, stupid braces on your teeth. Every time I ever see you, that's what I see.

Can you feel my eyes on you? Can you feel me look into your heart? Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach? Can you feel me in you? In your heart?

Couldn't do it yourself, ya chickenshit cocksucker?

I'm sending this kid to Bolivia in a fucking box.

I can't do that.

And, along with making us legit, comes cash. Tons of it. I mean, what do you think we're doing out here in the middle of the desert?

Who could resist? Anywhere else in the country, I was a bookie, a gambler, always lookin' over my shoulder, hassled by cops, day and night. But here, I'm 'Mr Sam Rothstein'. I'm not only legitimate, but running a casino. And that's like selling dreams for cash.

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.

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.

For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west.

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.

Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. But out here, they're givin' me awards.

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.

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

Greedy bitch!

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.

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.

The bombing was never authorized, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse. And so did the powers that be.

he had a fool-proof scheme, all right. It wasn't very scientific but it worked. When he won, he collected. When he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. What were they gonna do? Muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

You shouldn't do this.

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?

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?

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.

I should have never married him. He's a Gemini. A triple Gemini - duality. Gemini's the snake. You know you can't trust the snake. I mean it.

I went into this with my eyes open, you know. I knew the bottom could drop out at any time. I'm a working girl, right? You don't think I'm gonna go into a situation like this if I don't think I'm gonna get covered on the back end.

You know a lot of happily married people, Sam? 'Cause I don't.

I told you I was hot tonight!

Freak you! Freak you Sam Rothstein! Freak you!

Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast.

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?

And that's that.

Meeting in the middle of the desert always made me nervous. It's a scary place. I knew about the holes in the desert, of course, and everywhere I looked, there could have been a hole.

You can spot these assholes by watching the way they bet. Like this guy. He's bettin' lavender chips at five hundred each with only one little problem. He's always guessed right. If he wasn't so fuckin' greedy, he'd have been tougher to spot. But in the end, they're all greedy.

Nicky being Nicky, he made his presence known. Especially at the casino, where he definitely did not work, people got the message.

Ginger had the hustler's code... She knew how to take care of people. And that's what Vegas was all about... It's Kickback City... She took care of the dealers... pit bosses, floor managers... But mostly... she took care of the valet parkers, the guys who could get you anything and take care of anything... Ginger took care of the parkers because they took care of the security guards, who took care of the metro cops, who let her operate.

We're the only winners. The players don't stand a chance.

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.

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?

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