Casino1995

Sam Rothstein {as narrator}:
Well, it wasn't long before what I was afraid was going to happen, happened. Nicky managed to get himself banned from every casino in Las Vegas. And from that moment on I couldn't be seen with him in Vegas or anywhere near it.

Nicky Santoro:
What the f*** is that supposed to mean? [reads letter] " ...detrimental to gaming. And he will be ejected from any casino in Las Vegas... and the casinos can be fined as much as $100,000 every time he shows up." [He waves the document] Do you believe this sh*t?

Sam Rothstein:
(Smoking a cigarette) Yeah, I believe it. You got banned.

Nicky Santoro:
[reads letter again] "Because of unsavory reputation..." [He angrily wads the document and tosses it across the table] Motherf***er. Unsavory f***in'... Is there any way around this?

Sam Rothstein:
No, there's no way.

Nicky Santoro:
Let's say, for instance, I want to go in a restaurant that happens to be inside a casino, to get one of those sandwiches I like?

Sam Rothstein:
Forget it. You cannot so much as set foot in the parking lot. That is how serious this is.

Nicky Santoro:
In other words, I'm f***ed.

Sam Rothstein:
In so many words, yes.

Sam Rothstein {as narrator}:
It just didn't sink into his head about the Black Book and what it meant. Not being able to go into a casino is just one thing, but being in this book etched your name into the brains of every cop and FBI agent in the state. I mean, you're listed in there with Al Capone. But Nicky didn't care.

Nicky Santoro:
I gotta do somethin'. I gotta do somethin'. They ain't gettin' rid of me. They're not gettin' rid of me. I'm staying here. F*** 'em. F*** 'em.