Lucky Number Slevin2006

The Rabbi:
You must be Mr. Fisher.

Slevin:
Must I be? Because it hasn't been working out for me lately.

The Rabbi:
But I'm afraid you must.

Slevin:
Well, if I must.

The Rabbi:
Do you know why you've been brought here, Mr. Fisher?

Slevin:
For starters, I'm unlucky.

The Rabbi:
The unlucky are nothing more than a frame of reference for the lucky, Mr. Fisher. You are unlucky so that I may know that I am not. Unfortunately, the lucky never realize they are lucky until it's too late. Consider yourself for instance; yesterday you were better off than you were today, but it took today for you to realize it. But, today has arrived, and it's too late, you see? People are never happy with what they have. They always want what they had...what someone else has...

Slevin:
Kind of like a rabbi who'd rather be a gangster or a gangster who'd rather be a rabbi? I mean, what is that, some kind of 'grass is greener on the other side of the fence'...thing? I mean, how do you justify being a rabbi and a gangster?

The Rabbi:
[pauses, slides tea tray aside] I don't. I am a bad man who doesn't waste time wondering what could have been when I am what could have been and could not have been. I live on both sides of the fence; the grass is always green. Consider, Mr. Fisher, there are two men sitting before you; and one of them you should be very afraid of. Where is my money?