Danny: Ten oughta do it, don't you think? You think we need one more? You think we need one more. Alright, we'll get one more.

Rusty: You scared?
Linus: You suicidal?
Rusty: Only in the morning.

(loud music playing)

Bartender: How's the game going?
Rusty: Longest hour of my life.
Bartender: What?
Rusty: I'm running away with your wife.
Bartender: Great.

Reuben: You guys are pro's, the best. I'm sure you can make it out of the casino, of course, lest we forget, once you're out the front door, you're still in the middle of the fucking desert

pretending the Nevada Gaming Commission is racist
Frank: You won't even let the brothas deal the cards. They might as well call it whitejack!

Danny: Saul, are you sure you're ready to do this?
Saul: If you ever ask me that question again Daniel, you will not wake up the following morning.
Danny: He's ready.

Virgil Malloy: Watch it, bud.
Turk Malloy: Who you calling bud, pal?
Virgil Malloy: Who you calling pal, friend?
Turk Malloy: Who you calling friend, jackass?
Virgil Malloy: Don't call me a jackass.
Turk Malloy: I just did call you a jackass.

Rusty: Why do this?
Danny: Why not do it?
[Rusty shakes his head]
Danny: Cause yesterday I walked out of the joint after losing four years of my life and you're cold-decking "Teen Beat" cover boys.
[pause]
Danny: Cause the house always wins. Play long enough, you never change the stakes. The house takes you. Unless, when that perfect hand comes along, you bet big, then you take the house.
Rusty: Been practicing this speech, haven't you?
Danny: Little bit. Did I rush it? Felt I rushed it.
Rusty: No, it was good, I liked it. The "Teen Beat" thing was harsh.