Luck Quotes
Ace: Go home. Come back tomorrow. Tell me every f**king thing you did between now and then. If I like what I hear, I'll give you a million dollars for the next 12 months and you work for me.
Nathan: Doing what?
Ace: That's the first thing you write down. Before I left here I asked him a stupid f**kin' question.
Mulligan: Get the double bum sucker for eight, feed him for three days, turn around and sell him for 27 grand.
Jo: I guess you feel you made the right deal.
Mulligan: My guess honey if that ain't a weeks work and something to put in the basket on Sunday, you better call me a greedy motherf**ker.
Jo: Lets get him out and jog him and we'll be done.
Mulligan: I know you not gonna flunk him just on account of me bein' halfway fresh?
Jo: That would make us both unprofessional a**holes
Not f**kin' stupid, this kid. Brains and ambition and thinks that's supposed to get him somewhere. No f**kin' style at all. This is the type of kid that'll irritate the s**t out of Mike.
Ace [to Gus]
Ace: Why did I get locked up?
Nathan: What were the charges or why do I think they went after you?
Ace: Can't be straightforward? [To Gus] More important to him to see his intelligence.
Nathan: 4 kilograms of cocaine.
Ace: You think this comes from a job at McDonalds?
Nathan: Not from McDonalds and not from selling narcotics.
Ace: The charge was possession for sale. Not selling.
Nathan: They thought to protect a family member they'd get you to cooperate in another prosecution.
Ace: And instead I went away. [To Gus] Never lived a day in his life and he's gonna tell me why I did something.
Ace: He's here based on what?
Head of Board: You want me to get rid of him?
Ace: Don't answer a question with a question.
Head of Board: He's exceptional with muni derivatives.
Ace: Send him up to my place.
He work like what you paid for him. Tell whoever you want. And, uh, for what just happened here, say he showed he got a good mind.
Escalante [to Gus]
Gus: I don't know why you wouldn't let me kill that prick.
Ace: Stop it. Stop it.
Gus: Hypothetic. I'm saying hypothetic.
Ace: That's enough. And it's hypothetically.
Maybe broke and alone is what you're afraid of, and maybe that's why you're carrying what you're carrying in that fucking laundry bag.
Jerry [to Marcus]
Kentucky Quality killed his daddy. When the colonel died, they took over his farm and they spent all the money until there was nothing left. They took out an insurance policy on Delphi for 30 million. They killed him. They broke his legs. They said it was his fault. You know what breaking legs sounds like? Branches snapping. I always wondered if maybe I could'a done something. Heard something.
Walter
Gus: Hey Ace, what is a claiming race?
Ace: They set a price where you can buy any horse in the race.
Gus: When do you put up your dough?
Ace: Before the race you gotta put your claim in.
Gus: And then after he runs, you can pull your offer?
Ace: No, you own him no matter what. Unless there's more than one claim. But you knew that.
In California, established and passed by the legislature, horse racing is legal, and casino gaming isn't, leaving aside for a second the fucking rain dancers, and, like the whole state economy, the track is desperate for new streams of revenue. The perfect fucking Trojan horse.
Ace
The U.S. economy is in the fuckin' toilet. NY bankers with their three-card monte bond swaps have brought all the walls down. Tremendous structural damage to the tax base, plus unemployment plus, my impression, tremendous, tremendous compression of the leisure gaming dollar.
Ace
