Favorite Luck Quotes
Ace: Did you ever look a horse in the eye?
Parole Officer: Never. Never been near a horse. I have a lifetime ambition to keep it that way.
Nathan: Answers a question with a question.
Mike: 100% solidarity with Ace. Syntax is how I know. Syntax!
Mike: A map of Ireland on your mug and a name hanging off you like Israel.
Nathan: My mother's maiden name was O'Hanlon.
Mike: One mystery put to rest while another only deepens.
Nathan: What mystery deepens?
Mike: The strength of your grip on the tiller, young Israel, the depth of your composure while navigating these difficult waters.
Nathan: I'm taking my melatonin. I think much more than you realize Mr. Bernstein's purposes coincide with yours. Lowers the double agent stress.
Mike: I've known Chester Bernstein son, since before you bleeding journey from your irish mother's womb. Without wanting to give offense, your being privy to his intentions is not a likely premise.
Escalante: Which one of these palaces is yours?
Eduardo: There.
Escalante: Some people are very good at lying. Hard to believe you think back to the lying you've done yourself.
She's building a relationship with the horse based on trust and respect, which is what the inmates would also learn - breaking down dysfunctional differences. The human bonds with the horse making a herd of truth. You wanna give it a try?
Claire [to Ace]
DiRossi: So now we're out of his move.
Mike: Out of his move, Nick? No. It's Ace with whom we're severing connections. We're businessmen after all, and savage bands are hardly in short supply. We're gonna take over and multiply Ace's plans, bring in slots and table games, put the sport on a sound fiscal basis.
DiRossi: While Bernstein's doing what?
Mike: My thought, Nick, would be nothing at all.
Leon: The most specialist stuff there is, cause I've tried everything I heard of.
Ronnie: I won the Kentucky derby. Where I've been since...this race coming up is the biggest race of my life. I ain't about to f**k up my own luck ruining things for somebody else.
Mike: What's on the disc, Ace?
Ace: Cohen trying to get the Indian gaming lobby into continuing criminal conspiracy to bribe Sacramento to bring casino gambling into the track.
MIke: Sounds like a Rico prosecution to me, Ace.
Ace: So you went bats**t and took him out?
Mike: I choose to believe his email. We've lost him to a spasm of wanderlust.
Ace: You took him out. About which I would feel very different toward you if I wasn't co-responsible. I sent him to you. I put that kid in harms way. I'm as guilty as you for what happened to him, but there's not gonna be any blood over this.
Or is your silent point you're conveying Gus, that you and me are in some type of limbo till some outside something takes place, which is reasonable grounds to hope for. Is that what I'm supposed to get? 'Cause that I would understand completely. You telling me to just sit tight, let the major players work it out. As grounds for patience and hope.
DiRossi
Ace: 30 years ago outside a track in New York, I used to buy carrots from you.
Escalante: I don't think I remember you.
Ace: Talked to Charlie Lacey, and he got you going as a groom.
Escalante: Why'd you get me a job?
Ace: Thought maybe you'd be good.
Escalante: What a great trainer, Charlie, and what a lousy gambler.
Renzo: What's the story with us?
Marcus: Well, I suspect in the long run, the story is we all go broke!
