The pit bosses are watching the floor men. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. In Vegas, everybody's gotta watch everybody else. There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way that *I* do it. I mean, how much more were they gonna take? So, they made an example of him and his brother: they buried them while they were still breathing. But this time, when I heard him say 'a couple of hundred yards down the road', I gave myself 50-50. Normally, my prospects of coming back alive from a meeting with Nicky were 99 out of 100. I mean, what were they going to do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle. When he lost, he told the bookies to go f*** themselves. Nicky's methods of betting weren't scientific, but they worked. And if you beat him with a gun, you better kill him, because he'll keep comin' back and back until one of you is dead. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. Otherwise, what's the point? And for a while, I believed, that's the kind of love I had. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours. When you love someone, you've gotta trust them.
