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Casino (1995)
Ace Rothstein: [to Don] Listen to me very carefully. There are three ways of doing things around here: the right way, the wrong way, and the way that *I* do it. You understand?
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] No matter how big a guy might be, Nicky would take him on. You beat Nicky with fists, he comes back with a bat. You beat him with a knife, he comes back with a gun. 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.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] In Vegas, everybody's gotta watch everybody else. Since the players are looking to beat the casino, the dealers are watching the players. The box men are watching the dealers. The floor men are watching the box men. The pit bosses are watching the floor men. The shift bosses are watching the pit bosses. The casino manager is watching the shift bosses. I'm watching the casino manager. And the eye-in-the-sky is watching us all.
[first lines]
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] When you love someone, you've gotta trust them. There's no other way. You've got to give them the key to everything that's yours. Otherwise, what's the point? And for a while, I believed, that's the kind of love I had.
[Ace's car explodes]
Nicky Santoro: I think in all fairness, I should explain to you exactly what it is that I do. For instance tomorrow morning I'll get up nice and early, take a walk down over to the bank and... walk in and see and, uh... if you don't have my money for me, I'll... crack your fuckin' head wide-open in front of everybody in the bank. And just about the time that I'm comin' out of jail, hopefully, you'll be coming out of your coma. And guess what? I'll split your fuckin' head open again. 'Cause I'm fuckin' stupid. I don't give a fuck about jail. That's my business. That's what I do.
[Last lines]
Ace Rothstein: [narrating] The town will never be the same. After the Tangiers, the big corporations took it all over. Today it looks like Disneyland. And while the kids play cardboard pirates, Mommy and Daddy drop the house payments and Junior's college money on the poker slots. In the old days, dealers knew your name, what you drank, what you played. Today, it's like checkin' into an airport. And if you order room service, you're lucky if you get it by Thursday. Today, it's all gone. You get a whale show up with four million in a suitcase, and some twenty-five-year-old hotel school kid is gonna want his Social Security Number. After the Teamsters got knocked out of the box, the corporations tore down practically every one of the old casinos. And where did the money come from to rebuild the pyramids? Junk bonds. But in the end, I wound up right back where I started. I could still pick winners, and I could still make money for all kinds of people back home. And why mess up a good thing? And that's that.
Nicky Santoro: [narrating] it wasn't long before what I was afraid what was going to happen: happened, Nicky managed to get himself banned from every casino in Las Vegas, from then on I couldn't be seen talking to him anywhere in Vegas or anywhere near it.
Nicky Santoro: [meeting at Idle Spurs bar after reading a letter from the government informing him of his banishment] so in other words: I'm fucked.
Ace Rothstein: In so many words, yes.
Ace Rothstein: [Narrating] It just didn't sink into his head what the Black Book is and what it meant, not being banned from every casino is just one thing but being this book gets you into the brains of every cop and FBI agent in the state, I mean you're listed in there with Al Capone, but Nicky didn't care.
[Describing Kansas City family underboss Piscano]
Nicky Santoro: This guy could fuck up a cup of coffee.
Flirting Executive: Hello Mrs. Rothstein, how are you?
[kisses her hand]
Flirting Executive: You're one of the most gorgeous women I've ever seen. You're a lucky man, Mr. Rothstein.
Ace Rothstein: [hesitant] Thank you, thanks for that compliment.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] He was a young kid from the casino. Nice kid, bright boy. What balls on this fuckin' kid. The next day I fired him.
Nicky Santoro: Where the fuck do you get off talking to people about me behind my back, going over my head?
Ace Rothstein: What people?
Nicky Santoro: What people, d'ja think I wasn't gonna find out?
Ace Rothstein: I don't even know what you're talking about Nick...
Nicky Santoro: No? You said I'm bringing heat on YOU? I gotta listen to people because of your fuckin shit? You're orderin me out? You better get your own fuckin army pal!
Ace Rothstein: I didn't do anything, I mean, I didn't order you or anybody. I only told Andy Stone that you had a lot of heat on you and that was a problem.
Nicky Santoro: You want me to get out of my own fuckin town?
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I said l-let the bullshit blow over for a while, so I can run the casino. Anything goes wrong with the casino it's my ass, it's not yours, it's my ass!
Nicky Santoro: Oh I don't know whether you know this or not, but you only have your fuckin casino because I made that possible. I'm what counts out here, not your fuckin country clubs or your fuckin TV shows! And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow? You know I get calls from back home every fuckin day, they think you went bat shit!
Ace Rothstein: I'm only on TV because I got to be able to hang around the casino. You understand that, you know that, come on.
Nicky Santoro: Your fuckin ass! You coulda had the food and beverage job without going on television. You wanted to go on TV.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah I did want to go on TV. That way I have a forum, I can fight back. I'm known. People see me. They know they can't fuck around with me like they could if I was an unknown, that's right, yeah!
Nicky Santoro: You're making a big fuckin spectacle of yourself!
Ace Rothstein: Me? I wouldn't even be in this situation if it wasn't for you. You brought down so much fuckin heat on me, I mean every time I meet somebody the big question is "do I know you?"
Nicky Santoro: Oh sure now you wanna bring your fuckin license on me, is that it?
Ace Rothstein: No, Nicky, when you asked me if you could come out here, what did I tell you? I mean you asked me and I know you were gonna come out no matter what I said, but what did I tell you? Do you remember what I told you? Do you remember what I told you?
Nicky Santoro: Back- Back up, back up a fuckin' minute here. One minute. I asked you? When the fuck did I ever ask you if I could come out here? Get this through your head, you...
Ace Rothstein: You never...
Nicky Santoro: Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you. You only exist out here because of me. That's the only reason. Without me, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass. Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned. Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again. You motherfucker, you.
Ace Rothstein: I'm just curious. I saw you shuffling your checks with your right hand. Can you do that with both hands?
Signaller: No.
Ace Rothstein: Can't do it with both hands?
Signaller: No, sir.
Ace Rothstein: Can you do it with your left hand?
Signaller: Well, I... I never tried.
Ace Rothstein: So you're a righty?
Signaller: Yeah.
[one of the guards repeatedly bangs the signaller's right hand with a hammer]
Ace Rothstein: Now you're gonna have to learn with your left hand.
Remo Gaggi: The little guy. He wouldn't be fucking the Jew's wife, would he?
Ace Rothstein: From now on, I want you to put an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
Ace Rothstein: ...An equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
Baker: Do you know how long that's going to take?
Ace Rothstein: I don't care how long it takes. Put an equal amount in each muffin.
Nicky Santoro: [to Ace] I lost control? Look at you, you're fucking walking around like John Barrymore! A fucking pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control?
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] A lot of holes in the desert, and a lot of problems are buried in those holes. But you gotta do it right. I mean, you gotta have the hole already dug before you show up with a package in the trunk. Otherwise, you're talking about a half-hour to forty-five minutes worth of digging. And who knows who's gonna come along in that time? Pretty soon, you gotta dig a few more holes. You could be there all fuckin' night.
Vinny Forlano: He won't talk. Stone is a good kid. Stand-up guy, just like his old man. That's the way I see it.
Vincent Borelli: I agree. He's solid. A fuckin' Marine.
Americo Capelli: He's okay. He always was. Remo, what do you think?
Remo Gaggi: Look... why take a chance? At least, that's the way I feel about it.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and to keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose, and in the end, we get it all.
Nicky Santoro: Listen to me Anthony. I got your head in a fuckin' vise. I'll squash your head like a fuckin' grapefruit if you don't give me a name. Don't make me have to do this, please. Don't make me be a bad guy, come on.
Tony Dogs: Fuck you.
Nicky Santoro: This motherfucker, you believe this? Two fucking days and nights! Fuck me? *Fuck me?* You motherfucker!
[turning the crank]
Nicky Santoro: Fuck my mother? That's what you fucking tell me? You motherfucker you!
Nicky Santoro: [after beating Joe until he cries] You hear a little girl, Frankie? Is that a little girl, Ace? Is that a little fuckin' girl? What happened to the fuckin' tough guy who told my friend to stick it up his fuckin' ass?
Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. Here, they're giving me awards.
Nicky Santoro: And we know what you do, don't we Charlie? You fuck people out of money and get away with it.
Charlie Clark: You can't talk to me like that...
Nicky Santoro: Hey, you fat Irish prick! You put my fucking money to sleep. You go get my fucking money or I'll put your fucking brain to sleep.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Nicky's methods of betting weren't scientific, but they worked. When he won, he collected. When he lost, he told the bookies to go fuck themselves. I mean, what were they going to do, muscle Nicky? Nicky was the muscle.
[repeated line]
Ace Rothstein: I can't do that.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The bombing was never authorized, but I suspect I know who lit the fuse. And so did the powers that be.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Whoever it was, they put the dynamite under the passenger's side. But what they didn't know, what nobody outside the factory knew, was that that model car was made with a metal plate under the driver's seat. It's the only thing that saved my life.
Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' Jews stick together, don't they?
Frank Marino: They're havin' a good time.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah? So are we.
[From trailer]
Ace Rothstein: I tried to do everything I could for you, even though I knew, deep down inside, you would bury me.
Nicky Santoro: I bury you? You buried yourself.
Nicky Santoro: Peek-a-boo, you fucks, you!
Ace Rothstein: Now you need approval from him to go home?
Ginger: So what? So who fucking blew you in the parking lot before you came in, huh?
Ace Rothstein: You make me sick, you fuck. Once a fuckin' hooker, always a hooker.
Ginger: Oh, fuck you! Fuck you, Sam Rothstein! *Fuck you*!
Nicky Santoro: Think he got the point?
Ace Rothstein: What are you doing? He's a square guy, for christ's sakes. You can't treat him like that. He's gonna run to the FBI.
Nicky Santoro: Fuck the FBI! That prick's been dodging me for three weeks. And what is it with you? All of a sudden, you're trying to tell me what to do all the time.
Ace Rothstein: I'm not trying to tell you what to do. But you were way out of line, Nick. What're you doing? Where's your head?
Nicky Santoro: Where's my head? Where's your fucking balls? Huh? You know I'm trying to put something really big together out here. You know what I'm talking about, huh? You know! If you're acting like this now, how can I depend on you? There's a lot of things going to change out here. And if you wanna be there with me, Sammy, you're going to have to go my fucking way.
Ace Rothstein: Listen, Nick, you got to understand my situation. I'm responsible for thousands of people. I got a hundred million a year going through the place. It's all over, I'm going to tell you, it's all over, if I don't get that license. And believe me, if it goes bad for me, it's gonna go bad for a lot of people, you understand?
Nicky Santoro: Yeah, forget about your fucking license. I plant my own flag out here, you ain't gonna need a fucking license.
Nicky Santoro: You know, I don't know what it is, Sammy, but the more I talk to you, the more I feel like you just don't want to go along with me, is that it? You should say so.
Ace Rothstein: No, I don't want to come along with you. I'll be honest with you.
Nicky Santoro: Just say so- All right, fine.
Ace Rothstein: I don't want to be involved in anything you're talking about, okay? I just want to run a square joint. That's it. I just want my license. I want everything nice and quiet. That's it.
Nicky Santoro: You mean, quiet like this?
[holds up a magazine]
Nicky Santoro: "I'm the boss." That's quiet?
Ace Rothstein: That's all taken out of context. I have no control over that. Ronnie and Billy were right there. They'll tell you exactly what happened.
Nicky Santoro: Well, back home they don't know about fucking control. That looks bad.
Ace Rothstein: Looks bad? I'm going to tell you what looks bad. Every time you're on television, I get mentioned. That looks bad. That looks bad!
Nicky Santoro: What the fuck happened to you? Will you tell me?
Ace Rothstein: What happened to me? What happened to you? You lost your control.
Nicky Santoro: I lost control? Look at you! You're fucking walking around like John Barrymore! A fucking pink robe and a fucking cigarette holder? I lost control? You know, I didn't want to bring this up, but you have treating a lot of people with a lot of disrespect. Even your own wife.
Ace Rothstein: My wife?
Nicky Santoro: Yeah.
Ace Rothstein: Now, what does she have to do with all this?
Nicky Santoro: Well, she comes to see me. She was upset about a lot of things, especially that whole fuckin' Diamond - that Lester Diamond incident.
Ace Rothstein: All of a sudden, you're the shoulder to cry on? Did you at least tell her about your little role in that whole situation?
Nicky Santoro: No, I didn't. What good would that do? That's not the fucking point. The point is that she's upset. She's - and you got a fucking problem.
Ace Rothstein: Listen, I would appreciate it if you'd stay out of my personal life, okay? You wouldn't like it if I did it to you.
Nicky Santoro: We're supposed to be robbin' this place, you dumb fuckin' Hebe.
Nicky Santoro: Ace don't... listen, don't... don't make a scene, all right?
Ace Rothstein: I want to just talk. I want to talk to that Irish bitch.
Nicky Santoro: She didn't know who to turn to. She... she didn't know where to turn. She was tryin' to save your marriage.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah? Nicky, I want to talk to that fuckin' bitch.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, be fuckin' nice. Calm. Be nice. Don't fuck up in here,
Nicky Santoro: That black book's a joke. It's only got two names in it for the whole country. And one of them's still Al Capone.
Ace Rothstein: Four reels, sevens across on three $15,000 jackpots. Do you have any idea what the odds are?
Don Ward: Shoot, it's gotta be in the millions, maybe more.
Ace Rothstein: Three fuckin' jackpots in 20 minutes? Why didn't you pull the machines? Why didn't you call me?
Don Ward: Well, it happened so quick, 3 guys won; I didn't have a chance...
Ace Rothstein: [interrupts] You didn't see the scam? You didn't see what was going on?
Don Ward: Well, there's no way to determine that...
Ace Rothstein: Yes there is! An infallible way, they won!
Don Ward: Well, it's a casino! People gotta win sometimes.
Ace Rothstein: [grows more irritated] Ward, you're pissing me off. Now you're insulting my intelligence; what you think I am, a fuckin' idiot? You know goddamn well that someone had to get into those machines and set those fuckin' reels. The probability of one four-reel machine is a million and a half to one; the probability of three machines in a row; it's in the billions! It cannot happen, would not happen, you fuckin' momo! What's the matter with you? Didn't you see you were being set up on the second win?
Don Ward: I really think...
Ace Rothstein: [interrupts] Wait! You didn't see that you were being set up on the second win?
Don Ward: I really think you're overreacting...
Ace Rothstein: Listen, you fuckin' yokel, I've had it with you. I've been carrying your ass in this place ever since I got here. Get your ass and get your things and get out of here.
Don Ward: You're firing me?
Ace Rothstein: I'm firing you. No, I'm not firing, I'm firing you, ya...
Don Ward: You might regret this, Mr. Rothstein.
Ace Rothstein: I'll regret it even more if I keep you on.
Don Ward: This is not the way to treat people.
Ace Rothstein: Listen, if you didn't know you were being scammed you're too fuckin' dumb to keep this job, if you did know, you were in on it. Either way, YOU'RE OUT! Get out. Go on, let's go.
Ace Rothstein: Are you out of your fucking mind? You tie up our kid and lock the fucking door? Are you out of your mind? That's our child. Are you out of your fucking mind?
Ginger: It was just for a little while, Sam. The baby-sitter wasn't there.
Ace Rothstein: I ought to fucking have you committed. You fucking do that again, I'll...
Ginger: I was just gonna be out for a little while. She was asleep. I was gonna be right back before she even woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen. Listen, you fucking cunt. Listen to me.
Ginger: Fuck you. I was gonna be back before she woke up.
Ace Rothstein: Listen to me. Listen carefully. You ever touch her again, you ever do anything like that again, I'll fucking kill ya, pure and simple. You hear me? Pure and fuckin' simple.
Ginger: Why don't you just let me go, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'll fucking kill you. You fucking whore.
Ginger: I'll sign anything you want me to sign. I just want the key to my jewelry, and I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: You want your jewelry?
Ginger: I want you to let me go.
Ace Rothstein: And let you disgrace me, you fucking pig? Let you disgrace me? Get up and be a mother. Get in the car and go to the house right now. Get up and get in the... get... get up. Get up!
Ginger: [Being forced toward the door] I wouldn't do that if I were you. I wouldn't do that...
Ace Rothstein: Get the fuck... are you threatening me? I'll fucking kill you in this place. Get up and go home.
Ginger: I'm going! I'm going!
Ginger: Take care Steve, take chances and drive fast.
Ace Rothstein: You fucking mo-mo, what's the matter with you?
[a plane just landed on the golf course]
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] The Feds were watching Nicky play golf for so long that they ran out of gas. Just what I needed, right in front of the control board.
Nicky Santoro: A hundred dollars to whoever hits the plane.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Normally, my prospects of coming back alive from a meeting with Nicky were 99 out of 100. But this time, when I heard him say "a couple of hundred yards down the road", I gave myself 50-50.
Ace Rothstein: This is the end result of all the bright lights, and the comp trips, and all the champagne, and free hotel suites, and all the broads and all the booze. It's all been arranged just for us to get *your money*.
[about to have sex in a car behind his restaurant]
Nicky Santoro: I fly stuff in fresh every day. I get bread from back home, I get fish from California, and you can always tell a great kitchen like ours 'cause of the milk-fed veal. That's the secret. See milk-fed veal is pure white. Out here, they got that pink veal. Slide over, honey. Now pink veal, you can pound that shit for two days, and it'll never ever get tender, you know what I mean?
Ginger: [doing lines next to Amy] You shouldn't do this.
Remo Gaggi: Frankie, they found a guy's head in the desert, did you know about that?
Frank Marino: Yea I heard, yea
Remo Gaggi: Everybody's talkin about it, makin a big deal about it, it's in all the papers.
Frank Marino: Whadaya gonna do?
Frank Marino, Remo Gaggi: And I mean, that's no good. Ya got to tell them to take care uh things a little better.
Frank Marino: I'll tell 'em, Remo
Ginger: [rear-ending Sam's car repeatedly] You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Don't fucking ignore me, you motherfucker! I mean it! You come down here right now! Get down here and talk to me, goddamn it! Fuck you! Goddamn you, come out here! I'm gonna drive your fucking car through the living room! You fucking coward! You motherfucker, you! Come out here and talk to me, you fucker!
Ace Rothstein: Will you stop it? You're drunk, you're on drugs.
Ginger: I am not!
Ace Rothstein: You're gonna be sorry if you don't stop it! The whole neighborhood...
Ginger: Don't you threaten me! Don't you threaten me! You are not threatening me anymore! You fuck! You fuck! I'm sick of you! I AM fucking Nicky Santoro! I am! He's my new sponsor! How about that, you fuckhead?
[the police pull up]
Ginger: What are you looking at? Fuck off!
Nicky Santoro: What are you staring at you bald-headed Jew prick?
Pat Webb: Are we certain that you want the gamin' control board eyeballing your record and your gangster pals like Nicky Santoro?
Ace Rothstein: I think you're way out of line talking to me like that. What your saying is libelous, and you're in no position to challenge my expertise.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] They had enough of Nicky. They had enough. 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.
Nicky Santoro: If a guy fucking tripped over a banana peel, they'd bring me in for it.
Piscano's Brother-in-Law: You gotta lay down the law, otherwise they're gonna make a fool out of you.
Artie Piscano: They're not gonna make a fool out of me. I write it all down in this book. Every fucking nickel, it goes down right here. Receipts, bills, everything's here.
Piscano's Mother: Hey, oh, ah! What's the matter with you? Since when do you talk like that?
Artie Piscano: I'm sorry. Nance gives me trouble, and I'll tell him, screw around with those suitcases and I'll take the eyes out of his freakin head.
Piscano's Mother: Again!
Artie Piscano: I didn't curse, I said 'freakin head'.
[Closeup of the Cowboy's white-socked feet with no shoes on a poker table]
Ace Rothstein: [to Billy Sherbert, referring to Cowboy] I don't give a shit who he's connected to. Tell him to take his fucking feet off the table. What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?
Billy Sherbert: [approaches Cowboy] Sir, would you mind taking your feet off the table and putting your shoes on, please?
Cowboy: [sighs] Yeah, I would mind. I'm having a bad night.
Billy Sherbert: [returning to Ace] Fucking asshole won't budge.
Ace Rothstein: [smoking a cigarette] Call security.
[approaching Cowboy and says firmly]
Ace Rothstein: How are you?
Cowboy: Good. How are you?
Ace Rothstein: Good. You want to do me a favor? You want to take your feet off the table and put your shoes back on?
Cowboy: Fuck you.
[Ace walks nearby to Security Guards]
Ace Rothstein: I want you vacate this guy off the premises, and I want you to exit him off his feet and use his head to open the fucking door.
[Three security guards approach Cowboy]
Security Guard: Sir, you're gonna have to leave. You mind accompanying us outside?
Cowboy: Bullshit, I ain't going anywhere.
Security Guard: Bullshit, you're out of here, cowboy!
[Security Guard knocks his feet off the table, as the others lift him off his seat]
Cowboy: Fuck you! FUCK YOU!
Security Guard: Yeah?
Cowboy: You know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you? You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with? Huh? Do you?
Security Guard: Now, move along.
Cowboy: [screaming at Ace, who follows him] You fucking faggot! Do you know who you're fucking with?
[the Security Guards carry him out and forcefully shove him towards a side exit]
Cowboy: Leave me alone!
Security Guard: Here we go.
Cowboy: [grunting] You gotta be kidding me!
[Security Guards lift him off his feet and, holding him like a battering ram, smash his head into the door]
Ace Rothstein: [voiceover, after having cowboy thrown out] Sure enough, an hour later, I get the call.
Nicky Santoro: [into telephone] Ace, what happened over there? I mean, did you know that guy you threw out was with me?
[in background the cowboy stands there with some other guys]
Ace Rothstein: [into telephone] No, I didn't know that. But you know what he did?
Nicky Santoro: No.
[He gives Cowboy a look]
Ace Rothstein: He insulted Billy. And then I walked over to him politely and he tells me to go fuck myself.
Nicky Santoro: What?
Ace Rothstein: Then he called me a faggot. So what do you think I do? I threw that cocksucker out.
Nicky Santoro: What? Hold on a second.
[He puts down the phone, to Cowboy]
Nicky Santoro: Hey, come here.
[Cowboy walks up to him]
Nicky Santoro: You called my friend a faggot? You tell him to go fuck himself?
Cowboy: [stuttering] Nicky, I didn't - I did - I didn't...
Nicky Santoro: [angry] Is that what you did? Tell him to go fuck himself? You fucking hick! Fucking.
[Nicky hits Cowboy on the head with phone. He falls back, groaning. Ace listens to the noise of Nicky roughing up Cowboy]
Nicky Santoro: You big fucking hick, you. Come here. Come here.
[to Frank Marino]
Nicky Santoro: Get him up. Come here.
Frank Marino: Get up, get up.
Nicky Santoro: [to Cowboy] You go over there right now and you apologize. You better hope he lets you back in. If you ever get out of line over there again, I'll smash your fucking head so hard you won't be able to get that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fucking hick.
[backs on the phone]
Nicky Santoro: Sammy, listen. This guy obviously doesn't know who he was talking to, you understand? He doesn't know that, uh, we're dear friends. I mean, he's already very sorry. But, uh, if you could do me a favor to let him back in, I swear to you he'll never get out of line again. I promise you that.
Ace Rothstein: If he does it again, he's out for good. I don't care what it is, Nick, I'm gonna ha- I'll - I'll never let him in the place again.
Nicky Santoro: I'm sorry about this. Really. All right, Ace?
Ace Rothstein: Okay.
Nicky Santoro: Thanks, pal.
[hangs up and turns to cowboy for round two of his scolding]
Nicky Santoro: You took your boots off? You put your feet on the table... you shit-kicking, stinky, horse-manure-smelling motherfucker you! You fuck me up over there, I'll stick you in a hole in the fucking desert! You understand?
[slapping Cowboy in the face]
Nicky Santoro: Go over there and apologize.
[kicking the chastined Cowboy away]
Nicky Santoro: Go! Get the fuck out of here!
Cowboy: Nicky, I'm sorry!
Nicky Santoro: Fuckin' bosses. I mean, they're smokin' their Di Nobilis and they're eatin' trippa and fuckin' suffritt', you know, fried pigs guts? While, if I wanna talk private, I gotta go to a fuckin' bus stop.
Nicky Santoro: Now, notice how in the count room nobody ever seems to see anything. Somehow, somebody's always lookin' the other way. Now, look at these guys. They look busy, right? They're countin' money. Who wants to bother them? I mean, God forbid they should make a mistake and forget to steal.
Female Newscaster: A routine licensing hearing turned into bedlam yesterday when the flamboyant Tangiers Casino executive, Sam "Ace" Rothstein accused the state's top gaming officials of corruption and hypocrisy.
Ace Rothstein: What are you runnin' for, Bob? What are you running for? Don't you remember? You promised me a fair hearing when you were getting comped at my hotel, and you were asking me for copies of your bills so you could put 'em on your expense account!
Female Newscaster: In a wild outburst that followed his gaming license denial, Rothstein followed several stunned commissioners into the hallway where he continued his harangue until his own lawyers and friends urged him to leave.
Ace Rothstein: Bullshit! Bullshit! We all have a past. You have a past. I have a past. And my past is no worse than yours. But you guys think you have the right to pass judgement on me!
Female Newscaster: Long suspected of running the Tangiers without a license, yesterday's hearing was to determine whether someone with Rothstein's history was qualified to officially hold a top gaming post.
Ace Rothstein: Fuckin' hypocrites!
[after Ace's outburst in the courtroom]
Remo Gaggi: What's he doing? He knows those guys he yelled at are friends of ours. What's the matter with him? Making all this mess!
Frank Marino: [narrating] What could I say? I knew if I gave them the wrong answer, I mean, Nicky, Ginger, Ace - all of them could have wound up getting killed. Because there's one thing about these old timers: they don't like any fucking around with the other guys' wives. It's bad for business. So I lied, even though I knew that by lying to Gaggi, I could wind up getting killed too.
[Blue has been shot]
Cop 1: Jesus Christ! What gun? He's got a fucking hero sandwich here.
Cop 2: What do you want? It's pitch black. It's tinfoil. It looked like a gun!
Cop 1: You moron! I'll be doing paperwork for two months because of you and this piece of shit, you fuckin' jerk-off.
Ace Rothstein: You know, I don't know if I could do this even if I wanted to. The Gaming Commission would never give me a license. I have at least two dozen gambling and bookmaking pinches on me.
Andy Stone: You don't have to have a license to work in a casino. All you gotta do is apply for one. The state law says you can work in a casino while they're processing your application. They got a ten-year backlog.
Ace Rothstein: But what happens when they do find out?
Andy Stone: Why would they want to find out? We're putting a hundred million into this desert here. Why would they want to lock us out? And besides, they'll never find out. All you got to do is keep changing your job title. Like, uh, from Casino Executive to Food and Beverage Chairman. And what happens is they take your application and they put it at the bottom of the pile. I know guys working there for thirty years who don't have a license.
Ace Rothstein: [Exhales] It's a tough proposition, Andy. You know, if I did it, I'd have to run it my way.
Andy Stone: You got it.
Ace Rothstein: I'm serious. No interference.
Andy Stone: Nobody's going to interfere with you running the casino. I guarantee it.
Nicky Santoro: [to the blackjack dealer] Look at this fuckin beaut they put in now. Sherbert send you in here to rob me now? Been fucking knocking everyone's dick in all night? Huh, you been beating all the customers tonight, motherfucker? Huh? Jag-off. Hit me.
Ace Rothstein: You guys have to be kidding, adjourned? What do you mean adjourned? Mr. Chairman, Senator. You promised me a hearing, you won't allow me a hearing? You didn't even look at the FBI reports. When you were my guest, Mr. Chairman, Senator, at the Tangiers hotel, did you not promise me that I would have a fair hearing?
Senator: I was never... I was never your guest at the Tangiers...
Ace Rothstein: You were never my guest?
Senator: ...that's right.
Ace Rothstein: I never comped you? I don't comp you at least 2 or 3 times a month? At the Tangiers?
Senator: I... I'd like to answer that at this time, Mr. Rothstein is being very typical to this point. He's lying. The only time I was at the Tangiers was when I had dinner with Barney Greenstein.
Ace Rothstein: Was I at that dinner? Tell me, was I at that dinner?
Senator: You were wandering.
Ace Rothstein: Was I at that dinner? Was I?
Senator: You were wandering around. You were in the... you were in the building.
Ace Rothstein: I was in the building? You know damn well I was at that dinner, and you swore to me I would have a fair hearing. Did you not? Did you not? Well, tell me I was at least at the dinner. Allow me that much. Give me that much at least!
Senator: Yes, you were.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah. Thanks for not calling me a liar. You son of a bitch.
Ace Rothstein: [narrating over Ginger and Nicky in bed] And this... this is how she backed him off.
Nicky Santoro: [about beating Tony Dogs to get information out of him] You better hope he gives me a fuckin' name soon, or I'm gonna give him yours, Frank.
Frank Marino: Yeah, thanks a lot.
Nicky Santoro: I know you woulda ratted by now.
Ace Rothstein: [talking about Don] The guy is history as far as I'm concerned. History.
Phillip Green: You can't just fire him. Webb's his brother-in-law. He's County Commissioner.
Ace Rothstein: So what? Everybody out here with cowboy boots is a fuckin' county commissioner or related to a county commissioner. I'm fuckin' sick of it.
Nicky Santoro: How the fuck can you grin?
Nicky Santoro: I've been trying to reach you. You're tougher to get than the president.
Charlie Clark: Well, I've been busy.
Nicky Santoro: Yeah, the least you could do is return my phone calls, though.
[Frank and Jack struggle with a safe]
Nicky Santoro: What's takin' so long over there?
Frank Marino: This peter's a motherfucker.
Jack Hardy: It's workin'. Just keep workin' it. It's comin'.
Nicky Santoro: Gotta learn how to open these fuckin' things so you won't have to take 'em.
Lester Diamond: I'm looking at you right now. I'm seeing you for the very first time right this minute. I'm seeing you and I can feel my heart click. I see you fourteen years old. I see the first second i ever saw you. I see you long-legged little colt, stupid braces on your teeth. Every time I ever see you, that's what I see.
Ace Rothstein: For Nicky, Las Vegas was the fucking wild west.
[Talking in code on a tapped phone]
Nicky Santoro: Listen, I gotta meet Clean Face right away, what about the Chez Paris?
Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I gotta meet Charlie the Banker right away at your house, OK?
Ace Rothstein: No, you can't, you gotta make a reservation, it's all booked up.
Nicky Santoro: No no, it's ok.
Ace Rothstein: It's impossible, it's booked up, you gotta make a reservation, it's very difficult to get in.
Ace Rothstein: [subtitles] I don't want a meeting at my house.
Nicky Santoro: It's ok, I'll use the service entrance. I'll see you at nine.
Nicky Santoro: [subtitles] I'll come in from the golf course side. See you at six.
[about halfway through the film; Nicky has just calmed Ginger down after Lester was beat up by her husband's thugs]
Nicky Santoro: [about her drinking] And take it easy with this shit, will you? I mean, this can only make matters worse. You're a beautiful girl. You don't want to ruin your looks. I've seen a lot of girls get shot to hell from this stuff.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] Before I ever ran a casino or got myself blown up, Ace Rothstein was a helluva handicapper, I can tell you that. I was so good that when I bet, I can change the odds for every bookmaker in the country. I'm serious. I had it down so cold that I was given paradise on earth. I was given one of the biggest casinos in Las Vegas to run: The Tangiers, by the only kind of guys that can get you that kind of money. Sixty-two million seven hundred thousand dollars. I don't know all the details.
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Matter of fact, nobody knew all the details. But it should have been perfect. I mean he had me, Nicky Santoro, his best friend watching his ass. And he had Ginger, the woman he loved on his arm. But in the end, we fucked it all up. It should have been so sweet, too. But it turned out to be the last time that street guys like us were ever given anything that fuckin' valuable again.
Ginger: Okay, I didn't have lunch with Jennifer.
Ace Rothstein: Who were you with?
Ginger: I was with someone.
Ace Rothstein: I know you were with someone, who were you with?
Ace Rothstein: I just hope it's not someone who I think it might be. I just hope it's not them.
Ginger: We had a deal, remember? He said if things didn't work out, I could take my stuff and my daughter and leave.
Ace Rothstein: Look in my eyes. Look - look in my eyes. You know me. Do you see anything in these eyes that would let someone in your condition take my child away from me? You know that'll never happen.
[Ace questions Ginger on how much money she and Lester spent when they tried to kidnap Amy]
Ginger: Would you knock it off, Sam?
Ace Rothstein: I'm just trying to figure it out.
Ginger: Nothing to figure out. I'm home, we're working it out.
Ace Rothstein: Yeah, but I've been told before we're working it out. To think that you're home...
[his eyes narrow]
Ace Rothstein: - after what you just put me through with Amy... is a favor to me?
Ace Rothstein: So counting the watch, maybe four thousand for expenses over the weekends, of which you must have had a good time. I know he did. That's for sure. I know that fucking peice of shit had a good fucking time. On my money. You might as well have fucked him, which you probably did anyway. You looking me a certain way. You're teary-eyed. I get it. You're good actress, you know that? Good fucking actress. Can't fucking get that pity out of people. I'm no john. You understand? You always thought I was but I'm not. I'm no sucker. Fucking pimp cocksucker. He's lucky I didn't kill him last time. Lucky he's fucking living. And if you had stayed with him, and you would have run away, you would have been dead, both of you. Dead! Dead!
[Selling sandwiches to some cops after spitting in them]
Dominick Santoro: Yeah, yeah, enjoy. Have a good time.
Dominick Santoro: [under his breath] Choke on it, motherfucker...
High Roller: Ginger, honey, this is for you, love. Thanks for your time.
[tries to give her a small handful of chips]
Ginger: Come on.
High Roller: What's the matter?
Ginger: What do you mean "what's the matter"? I made a lot of money for you. I want my cut.
High Roller: What money? I've seen you stealing from me.
Ginger: "What money"? Look at the stack of chips! Don't give me that shit! I want my cut!
High Roller: I've been watching you all night.
Ginger: Don't give me that shit! I want my money!
High Roller: That bag's full of fucking chips!
Ginger: What do you mean "stole"? I didn't steal anything from you!
High Roller: Get lost, Ginger. Get lost!
Ginger: Get lost?
High Roller: Yes!
High Roller: Get lost?
Ginger: Yes!
Ginger: Well, how about that?
[throws his chips at him]
Ace Rothstein: In the casino, the cardinal rule is to keep them playing and keep them coming back. The longer they play, the more they lose. In the end, we get it all.
Ace Rothstein: Back home, they would have put me in jail for what I'm doing. But out here, they're givin' me awards.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] And what happens next? I can't believe it. Who the hell would believe that the FBI had a wire in the place looking for some information about some old homicide about some guy who was whacked out God knows when over God knows what. Would you believe such a thing could happen? Every FBI man across the country had their ears open, this guy basically sunk the whole world.
Ginger: [TV Version] Freak you! Freak you Sam Rothstein! Freak you!
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] For two days and two fuckin' nights, we beat the shit out of this guy. I mean, we even stuck ice-picks in his balls.
Nicky Santoro: Maybe if I stick your head through that window over there you'll get unconfused. Give me the fuckin money.
Nicky Santoro: Take this stiff and pound it up your fucking ass!
Nicky Santoro: Take this one and stick it up your sister's ass!
Nicky Santoro: Oh I don't know whether you know this or not, but you only have your fuckin casino because I made that possible. I'm what counts out here, not your fuckin country clubs or your fuckin TV shows! And what the fuck are you doing on TV anyhow? You know I get calls from back home every fuckin day, they think you went bat shit!
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] The first one to skip was John Nance. He found a nice, warm, secluded place in Costa Rica. He thought nobody would find him there.
[Gunshots are heard. Nance runs onto the veranda of his mansion, breaks a door panel and runs inside. Beeper follows him and more gunshots are heard. Nance comes back onto the veranda, only this time he has been shot in the stomach. He limps around while clutching his bloody stomach]
Nicky Santoro: But then his kid got nabbed by the Feds for drugs. So naturally, the bosses were afraid he'd come out of hiding and give them all up just to save his kid. So...
[Nance kneels down. Curly and Beeper approach him from behind]
Curly: Where you goin', jag-off?
[Curly points his gun expertly at the top of Nance's head and fires. Blood splatters from Nance's mouth as he falls to the ground. The gunmen walk away]
Lester Diamond: Can you feel my eyes on you? Can you feel me look into your heart? Can you feel me in the pit of your stomach? Can you feel me in you? In your heart?
Ace Rothstein: [to Ginger] Greedy bitch!
Pat Webb: We may have to kick a kike's ass outta town.
[Yelling to Rothstein after being beaten up by his men]
Lester Diamond: Couldn't do it yourself, ya chickenshit cocksucker?
Lester Diamond: All right, I just bought us a few minutes. You want to get back at this prick? Hmm? Okay, you got, what, two million dollars in that box? Hey, you got a minute? Hey! He's got two million in the box, am I right?
[Ginger nods]
Lester Diamond: Okay, you let him keep your jewels. We take the cash and the only other thing he cares about. Huh? Her majesty. We go to Europe, you dye your hair, you get some plastic...
Amy Rothstein: I don't want to go to Europe. I want us go to see The Elephant Man.
Lester Diamond: We're not going to go see any fucking elephants, okay? We're going to Europe. Let the adults talk.
[to Ginger]
Lester Diamond: You dye your hair, you get plastic surgery like we talked about, right? You're the mother. How much do you think he's going to pay to get this fucking kid back...
Amy Rothstein: I don't want to go to Europe.
Lester Diamond: Shut your mouth! You know where she gets this from?
Amy Rothstein: You shut up.
Lester Diamond: No, you - you want me to come over there? I'll smack your face!
[Amy sticks her tongue out]
Lester Diamond: Don't give me any of your shit!
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] When it looked like they could get twenty-five years to life in prison just for skimming a casino, sick or no fuckin' sick you knew people were going to get clipped.
Billy Sherbert: [to the winner] That's a lot of money to be counting out in public.
[a cowboy has his sock-feet on a table in the casino]
Ace Rothstein: [to Sherbert] I don't give a shit who he's connected to. Tell him to take his fuckin' feet off the table. What's he think this is, a goddamn sawdust joint?
Nicky Santoro: I'm what counts out here. Not your fuckin' country clubs or your fuckin' TV shows. And what the fuck are you doin' on TV anyhow?
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Me? Thats why The Bosses sent me out here - they wanted me to make sure none of the other crews robbed the joint. Like these two fuckin' balloonheads over here. They were gonna try to bang us outta two hundred fuckin' grand? Yeah, right, I'm sure.
Nicky Santoro: If you had any fucking heart at all you'd be out fuckin' stealing for a living.
Ace Rothstein: You tied up our little daughter to a bed? What the fuck is the matter with you? Is there something mentally wrong with you?
Ginger: [Drunk] It was only for a couple hours Sam... the babysitter wasn't around, so I did what I could.
Nicky Santoro: Give yourself a hand, right across your fucking mouth.
Ace Rothstein: I want you to exit this guy off the premises, I want you to exit him off his feet and I want you to use his head to open the fucking door.
Nicky Santoro: I didn't like the people I was ripping off looking at me, so I used to turn their fucking pictures around.
Nicky Santoro: Tell that fuckin' Pepe if he's switching stones on us, he'd better take a fucking camel back to Nigeria.
Ace Rothstein: If you ever come back again, ever, to take her money, next time bring a pistol. That way you've got a chance.
Pat Webb: Ol' Don's as useless as tits on a boar.
Lester Diamond: I'm sending this kid to Bolivia in a fucking box.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over; notices a couple of card counters] Now here's this guy reading the dealer's whole card and signaling his buddy at this table.
[the signaler, using a small telegraph, types a morse code to his friend at the other table]
Ace Rothstein: And that's just what these hustlers look for. They cruise from casino to casino, looking for weak dealers the way lions look for weak antelope.
Ace Rothstein: [voice-over] They never know what hit them. And if, and when, they do find out that they just got zapped by a cattle prod, they wish they really did have a heart attack.
Nicky Santoro: [voice-over] Now, on top of everything else, I gotta make sure no one fucks around with the Golden Jew.
[Nicky has come to collect]
Tony the bookie: I thought you was layin' it.
Nicky Santoro: Oh no. I'm taking it.
Tony the bookie: Are you sure?
Nicky Santoro: I'm positive.
Nicky Santoro: [repeated line to someone that angered or agitated him] You motherfucker you.
Ace Rothstein: [holding a crumbled blueberry muffin] From now on, I want you to put an equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
[places muffin halves in baker's hands]
Ace Rothstein: An equal amount of blueberries in each muffin.
[wipes crumbs from hands]
Baker: [with deadpan stare] Do you know how long that's going to take?
Ace Rothstein: I don't care how long it takes, put an equal amount in each muffin.
Ace Rothstein: [narrating] But one thing I could just never understand was how she could have everything under control but her old pimp Lester Diamond.
Lester Diamond: [Ginger comes in, taps Lester on the leg with $25,000 - offering him the money] Look, Gin, you know I got other people in this. I got partners. But I want you to understand that I am lookin' out for you in this thing. Okay? You're going to get yours back... and you're gonna get it back first. Okay?
Ginger: All right.
Lester Diamond: Okay?
Ginger: Yeah.
Lester Diamond: Where are you goin'? Where are you? You're in that place. Where are you?
Ginger: I'm here.
Lester Diamond: No, you're not. Where are you? Where are you?
Ginger: I'm always here for you.
Lester Diamond: You are.
Ginger: I am.
Ginger: [he kisses her good-bye, she gives him the money. he takes off in his convertible. she watches him from the window] . Be careful.
Ace Rothstein: [narrating] The Ginger I knew wouldn't even look at this creep.
Nicky Santoro: I told you this was fucking dangerous. Remember I said, "Ginger, this is a dangerous situation, be very careful," you fucking yes me to death.
Ginger: If it's so fucking dangerous, then why don't you kill him?
Nicky Santoro: Kill him. Shut the fuck up, what do you know what you're talking about.
Ginger: Well, then have him killed and get it over with.
Nicky Santoro: Hey, don't be such a fucking smart ass, will ya! I know the guy 35 years! I'm gonna fucking whack him for you? Motherfucker, I knew this. I knew it.
Ginger: What about my money?
Nicky Santoro: How the fuck am I gonna get your money now? You think he's gonna give you money? Are you out of your mind? Look what you did to this fucking guy. If you would have just kept your fucking mouth shut. Ah, what the fuck is the use.
Ace Rothstein: [as he frees his daughter] When did this happen, honey?
Amy Rothstein: [very upset] I don't know...
Ace Rothstein: You don't know? What time did your mother do this? When did she leave?
Amy Rothstein: I don't know...
[moans softly]
[last lines]
Ace Rothstein: And that's that.
Nicky Santoro: [to Ace] Get this through your head you Jew motherfucker, you! You only exist out here because of me! That's the only reason! Without *me*, you, personally, every fuckin' wise guy skell around'll take a piece of your fuckin' Jew ass! Then where you gonna go? You're fuckin' warned! Don't ever go over my fuckin' head again! You motherfucker, you.
Nicky Santoro: If you ever get of line over there again, I'll smash your fuckin' head in so hard, you won't be able to put that cowboy hat on. You hear me? Fuckin' hick.
[the winner is sent into the casino office, and sees his friend, the signaler, displaying a broken hand]
Signaller: Look what they did to my hand man!
Ace Rothstein: [to the winner] All right, I'm gonna give you a choice. You can either have the money and the hammer or you can walk out of here. You can't have both. What do you want?
Winner: I just wanna get outta here.
Ace Rothstein: And don't forget to tell your friends what happens if they fuck up around here. You understand?
Winner: I'm sorry. I made a bad mistake.
Ace Rothstein: You're fuckin' right you made a bad mistake. 'Cause if you come back here, if we catch either one of ya, we're gonna break your fuckin' heads and you won't walk out of here. You see that fuckin' saw? We're gonna use it. We don't fuck around in this place. You got it? Get outta here.
Winner: [relieved] Thank you.
[Security escorts the winner off the premises for good, then tells the other security what to do with the man with the broken right hand]
Ace Rothstein: Throw him out into the alley and just tell the cops he got hit by a car.
Nicky Santoro: She was doing pretty good with her lawsuit. But before she could start counting her money, the boys back home decided to settle the case out of court instead. So they sent me.
[Nicky runs into Anna Scott's house and shoots her in the head three times]
Frankie Avalon: I have a large family.
Ace Rothstein: How many kids do you have?
Frankie Avalon: I'm very proud to say that we have eight children.
Ace Rothstein: That's amazing.
Frankie Avalon: [audience applauding] No, no, please. Please. There's nothing to it, heh. It was my pleasure.


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Working With AmeriCorps
One of the critical components to the success of Seattle Community Court is appropriate staffing to support and monitor defendants in completing community service hours. We have engaged AmeriCorps members to accomplish this task. With their idealism and commitment to positive change, this approach has proved to be an effective solution, not only through increased compliance, but also realizing a significant decrease in recidivism.
After a national search, beginning in the fall of 2006, we began with one full time JustServe AmeriCorps member and one Martin Luther King Vista member with a strong commitment to making positive change in the community. The team has grown in recent years and Americorps members have provided Community Court participants with more resources, like the retail theft course. These idealistic corps members support defendants with a theme of camaraderie and common respect, integrating the team-based neighborhood restoration activities with regard for defendants' various needs and situations.
Self Awareness Workshop (SAW)
The Self Awareness Workshop is a program provided by the Court Resource Center and staffed by AmeriCorps to help aid Community Court participants with various life struggles. The workshop takes place over an entire day and occurs twice a month. Covering topics from impulsivity management to goal setting, the workshop promotes open dialogue and communication between participants and staff. Previous participants have given praise to the open forum format and malleability of the workshop.
"I was on my way to court one morning and a guy stopped me on the street. He asked me if I remembered him and I said yes he was in community court. He said he was mad at me because I had gotten in his head. He said he used to be able to just do whatever he wanted and didn't care about the consequences. Now every time he would get ready to do something wrong he would picture me asking him something like 'are you sure this is what you want to do?' or 'do you think this is the best thing for you to do?' or 'don't you want more out of life?' We laughed about how he didn't realize how significant the court was until after he had completed the program. He told me he was different and it was my fault. I told him change was always hard at first but if he stuck with it he could stop doing wrong altogether. He laughed at the idea but thanked me. I wished him luck and have never seen him again." - Tuere Sala, Founding Community Court Prosecutor
By the end of the workshop, participants will be able to walk away with the following outcomes:
- Understand the relationship between life circumstances and our behavior
- Learn to recognize unfavorable circumstances and develop the skills to find support resources
- Increase knowledge of managing personal and financial resources
- Develop awareness of the difference between impulsive and planned action
- Develop awareness of the difference between short and long-term thinking
- Understand the economic impact of theft on the community
- Create a plan for personal change
Defendants' Response
Defendant's respond positively to being supported; thus, resulting in hard work and clean neighborhoods. Often released directly from jail and transported to the site, the day begins by clearly identifying the role of the AmeriCorps members as supporters rather than enforcers; they are there to help the defendants complete the requirements of the agreement they made in court. Community volunteers are often present, thanking defendants for their help. The majority of participants return on their own the following days to complete their hours, despite spending the night in a shelter, on the street, or whatever else they encounter in their difficult lives.
The process of working side by side provides opportunities for defendants to share their difficulties with AmeriCorps members who have an array of resources available, making direct referrals to housing, treatment, and other social service providers.
"It was fun doing community service with other people and the staff from AmeriCorps who are great and friendly people." - Community Court Participant
"Community Court was wonderful, thanks to the caring and considerate staff members. They made a stressful situation seem like a piece of cake!" - Community Court Participant
Idealistic and Inspired Young People
The ingredients of idealistic and inspired young people working alongside marginalized and struggling individuals has resulted in a very successful model.
Inspiring people like Tracy Hansen-Lamont, an Americorps Liason, make Americorps such a positive force for change in Community Court.
Tracy Hansen-Lamont is a native of Seattle and grew up in the Ballard neighborhood. In 2012 he earned his Bachelor degree in Sociology at the University of Washington. Since then he has worked for the Seattle Community Court as an AmeriCorps Liaison. Tracy supervises community service, co-facilitates the court's theft awareness workshop, and performs reentry counseling. He says, "Being a Community Court Liaison has been an amazing experience. In my time at the court I have learned how to create positive relationships with a vulnerable population. I've also acquired the skills to work with a multidisciplinary group to create positive circumstances for our defendants." Tracy now works as a social worker.
For more information as to how to get involved with Americorps, please email Tricia Lapitan at email@example.com.
Volunteer opportunities can also be found at http://www.seattle.gov/courts/general/careeropps.htm

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New Zealander middle-distance runner Nick Willis and his wife already have a toddler, and they're looking to add to their family. Concern over the Zika virus is putting those plans on hold.
Willis, the 2008 Olympic silver medalist in the 1,500 meters, hopes to compete this summer at the games in Rio de Janeiro. Wife Sierra is one of his coaches.
"We've had a lot of conversations about the Zika virus. … We have a 2 1/2-year-old son, my wife and I, and we'd like to add to that family and grow it," Willis said. "The biggest impact, I suppose, is we've decided not to try to get pregnant now."
Willis, 32, suggested that perhaps he'd consider freezing his...


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Blackfoot's Skills USA competitors successful at state
BLACKFOOT — Blackfoot High School students swept the cabinet-making competition in the Idaho Skills USA competition April 7 and 8 in Boise.
Senior Dallin Evans placed first; senior Taylor Sandow placed second and Cody Cunningham placed third.
This is the ninth year in a row that a BHS cabinetry student has placed first at state. The top winner in each category qualifies to compete at the national level of Skills USA June 20-25 in Kansas City, Mo.
At the national level, Evans will be competing against 45 or 46 state winners, said BHS vocational cabinet teacher, Pete Golinveaux.
"He's going against the best of the best," Golinveaux said.
To qualify for state, students taking cabinetry in Blackfoot go through a local competition. Fifteen students were vying for six positions.
"It's hard to get past local competition," Golinveaux said.
This year the shop teacher took six students to state. He usually takes only four.
Golinveaux has taught at BHS for 12 years.
To compete at the national level, all competitors have taken gold (first place) in their state competitions. The silver medalist competes only if the gold winner is not going to nationals.
"I love to know how things work and how to put things together," Evans said. "I like to do things with my hands—I've always been that way.
"You take boards and end up with something beautiful," Evans said. "it's fun to know I built that; I put it together."
"I can see the beauty in the wood," Evans said. "I've learned to love it. It's one of my favorite things to do.
"[Golinveaux] needs to get lots of credit," Evans said. "He is not only a master cabinet builder; he is the best teacher."
Sandow said he likes the finished project.
"I like being able to say I built that and take pride in my work," Sandow said.
Cunningham said, "I like starting with nothing, like scraps and stuff, and ending with this gorgeous piece of wood that people pay lots of money for and everyone wants."
Morgan Gasca was the bronze medalist in automotive technology. Each competitor was testing on eight different stations to test the student's knowledge and skill.
The stations were electrical circuitry, brakes, hybrids, heating ventilation and air conditioning, tire alignment, electrical in car, trouble shooting and job interview.
Gasca said he likes auto technology because it constantly changes.
"There's a lot of things you have to learn," Gasca said.
Joe Lawhon earned a bronze in welding. He was tested in shielded, gas, flex cord and gas tungsten arc welding.
"It think it's cool to be able to bring different objects together and make it into one object," Lawhon said.
BHS welding teacher Cleone Chapman said the competitions, including the local ones, are designed as if you were going out for a job.
Chapman invites judges for the local competition who work in the welding field. These include people who work in pipe fitting, members of the iron workers union, welders from Spudnik, Lincoln Welding and Praxair.
"This year, a welder who was a former BHS student, flew in from Alaska to help judge the local welding competition," Chapman said.


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Jordan Johnson Reinstated to The University of Montana Football Team
In a short announcement late Tuesday morning The University of Montana Athletic Department announced that Jordan Johnson had been re-instated to the football team.
"The University of Montana's Athletic Conduct Team has reinstated Jordan Johnson to the football team after hearing his appeal on Monday. UM President Royce Engstrom also approved the reinstatement. Johnson appealed his suspension from the team over the weekend. He is back on the team effective immediately."


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House Republicans today unanimously adopted a resolution offered by Representative-elect Sean Duffy (R-WI) to ban earmarks in the people's House. Mr. Duffy will soon represent the same district as current Appropriations Chairman David Obey (D-WI), author of the infamous "stimulus" bill. But when will congressional Democrats hold a similar vote, and when will President Obama call on them to do so?
Judging by their track record, Democrats may never get around to banning earmarks. Check out what then-Democratic Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-CA) said in 2006:
"Ms. Pelosi also spoke out against earmarking billions of dollars for home-state projects, a practice she calls a 'monster' that hurts Congress. If she becomes speaker in the next Congress, she says, she would press to severely reduce earmarks. 'Personally, myself, I'd get rid of all of them,' she says." (The Wall Street Journal, 7/13/06, A4)
Speaker Pelosi and Washington Democrats have had four years to ban earmarks – and never did. The new Republican majority has already moved to ban earmarks even before the start of the 112th Congress, earning support of support of both House and Senate Republicans, as Reuters recently noted:
Republicans in both the Senate and the House of Representatives have now forsworn earmarks as they eye large spending cuts in the coming year…Though earmarks account for less than one half of a percent of the federal budget, they have become a symbol of wasteful spending for many grassroots Tea Party activists who helped Republicans win big in the November 2 elections. 'I think it shows that this conference is serious about doing what it said we were going to be about -- limited government, spending reduction, dealing with the national debt,' said newly elected Republican Senator Marco Rubio.
With bicameral Republican support of a ban on earmarks, House and Senate Republicans are demonstrating that they are listening to the American people and are serious about restoring trust between the American people and those who are elected to represent them. As the New York Times noted yesterday, the earmark ban "has quickly emerged as a high-profile if somewhat symbolic test of the willingness of Republicans…to respond to what they see as a message of the midterm elections."
Contrast that with Washington Democrats, who have refused to consider an earmark ban, as POLITICO reported last evening:
One day after Republicans challenged them to reject earmarks, Senate Democrats huddled behind closed doors Wednesday and held a 'long discussion' on the practice as part of a larger debate over how to balance the federal budget and erase mounting debt...But most Democrats defend the practice of funneling federal dollars to pet projects in their home states.
Yesterday, White House Press Secretary said the President supported the Republicans' earmark ban:
Q: And real quick on the earmarks, on the earmarks. I know Obama has come out up front a lot on this, but does he want an outright ban on earmarks?
MR. GIBBS: Yes.
Q: He does?
MR. GIBBS: Yes.
Representative-elect Sean Duffy wrote in an op-ed for POLITICO today that "If we are serious about cutting spending, focusing on creating jobs and reforming Congress, then we must agree: The time for earmarks has come to an end." By banning earmarks in the 112th Congress, Republicans have shown they are listening to the American people; when will President Obama and Washington Democrats follow suit?


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NEW YORK – The deals already have started for the all-new '14 Infiniti Q50, and it doesn't even go on sale at U.S. dealerships until the summer.
Starting today, Nissan's luxury division is honoring firm prices and giving away iPad Minis to customers who preorder the entry-level premium sedan online.
"The iPad is a nice gift, and we'll lock in vehicle pricing through the launch," Ben Poore, Infiniti Americas vice president, says at the New York International Auto Show. "We are announcing pricing early to get people interested."
The Q50's price starts at $36,450. That's $900 less than the G37 it replaces. A popularly equipped Q50 will run about $40,700.
A 328-hp 3.7L V-6 engine powers all trim levels of the car. An all-wheel-drive system is a $1,800 option to standard rear-wheel drive.
A hybrid version starts at $44,605, including a $905 destination charge. Its 3.7L engine produces 360 hp and offers a combined fuel economy of 34 mpg (6.9 L/100 km). "It is an amazing performance vehicle," Poore tells WardsAuto.
The Q50 will play in the largest luxury segment in the auto industry, he notes. "It is the entryway for most people into luxury."
Demographically, Poore describes the prospective Q50 buyer as typically about 47 years old with an income of $160,000. "On the psychographic side, we are talking about people looking at sports luxury, technology and customization. This is generally a younger group of luxury buyers."
They are not die-hard bargain hunters, "but price is important to them, no doubt about it," he says. "I wouldn't call them price-shoppers, though."
Price is an object for entry-level luxury car shoppers, says Alec Gutierrez, Kelley Blue Book's senior market analyst-automotive insights.
"They do not have an infinite amount of money," he tells WardsAuto. "Luxury consumers become less price-conscious as you move up the ladder. No one is asking, 'What's the cheapest BMW 7-Series you have?' But for entry-level luxury vehicles? Yes, someone may ask that."
Premium auto brands look over their shoulders at mainstream brands that offer upscale trim levels and amenities, Gutierrez says. "Technically, these are non-premium vehicles, but they offer lots of features. So premium pricing has to be competitive."


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NEW YORK - Stock futures are heading higher in advance of more housing data that most economists expect will paint an improving picture.
Dow Jones industrial futures are up 9 points to 13,228. The broader S&P futures have added 1.1 points to 1,434.20. Nasdaq futures are up 5.5 points to 2,698.50.
National Association of Realtors releases its monthly report on previously occupied homes. Economists predict it will show that sales are hitting levels not seen in more than 2½ years.
Homebuilders have been posting some impressive numbers, and KB Home became the latest to do so Thursday.
The Los Angeles builder easily beat Wall Street expectations. Potential future housing revenue in backlog climbed 35 percent. That signifies the company's best fourth quarter since 2007, when the housing crisis was beginning to unfold.


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The Catholic Church in England and Wales is moving into political high gear. On Wednesday last week Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O'Connor hosted a meeting of 25 Catholic MPs in preparation for the forthcoming parliamentary battle over the Human Fertilization and Embryology Bill – provoking the ire of secularists. "The church is at it again,"… READ MORE >
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Today I'm going to put on my instructor's hat and talk technique. Restaurants charge top dollar for cedar-planked salmon, but this technique is very easy to do at home. It's a great tool to have in your eat-more-fish tool chest, and when you bust this out for guests you'll look like a culianary bad ass. Sweet!
Lots of proteins lend themselves well to cedar-planking: scallops, shrimp, chicken, pork, prime rib, trout; but salmon is by far the most popular passenger for this wooden magic carpet. Cedar cooking planks can be used in both oven and grill. After living in Alaska for four years, and cooking about a hundred cedar planked salmon dinners, Hubs and I can confidently say we both prefer the grill method, hands down. When wood meets open flame, the natural smoke flavor that infuses the fish gives it a subtle umami base note that's kind of the whole point.
|Here's some Bristol Bay Sockeye I caught at the supermarket.
Ok, so you've got your salmon, and you've procured your cedar plank. Now what?
This flavor-infusing magic of flame means you must take measures to prevent the wood from catching fire. First, soak the plank in water for a minimum of 30 minutes before grilling. Longer is better. Secondly, cook the fish over a lower temperature than you may be used to, and allow ample cooking time. We've found that a medium to medium low flame on our propane Weber Q makes for a meltingly tender salmon filet, with a subtle smoked cedar aroma, and no pesky plank fires. Some grillers suggest keeping a spray bottle filled with water near the grill to squirt out flare-ups, but with proper soaking and low heat, fire is rarely an issue. Allow 2 to 3 times longer than you normally would to grill fish, as both the lower temp. and the heat-shield effect of the board will slow down cooking.
Let's review.
- Use untreated cedar cooking planks
- Soak planks at least 30 minutes before grilling
- Cook over a medium or medium low flame. High flame + cedar plank = FIRE!
- Allow ample cooking time
- Keep a spray bottle filled with water nearby to extinguish flare-ups
Cedar Plank Sockeye Salmon with Citrus Glaze (serves 4)
Adapted from Wolfgang Puck's recipe for "Orange-Glazed Grilled Fish Fillets"
1 1/2 pounds wild Alaska sockeye filet
4 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
sea salt and freshly ground pepper
1/4 cup fresh orange juice
1/4 cup fresh lemon juice
1/4 cup white wine vinegar
1/2 teaspoon tamari or soy sauce
1 tablespoon maple syrup
1 teaspoon packed brown sugar
3 tablespoons orange marmalade
1 teaspoon minced fresh ginger
1 teaspoon minced garlic
pinch white pepper
You will need 1 untreated cedar plank, big enough to hold 4 portions of fish without them touching.
In sink or large roasting pan, soak cedar plank in water at least 30 minutes.
In a small saucepan combine orange juice, lemon juice, white wine vinegar, tamari (or soy), maple syrup, brown sugar, marmalade, ginger, garlic, and white pepper. Bring to a boil, reduce heat and continue cooking at a low boil until mixture has thickened to a syrupy consistency and reduced to approx. 1/2 to 2/3 cup. Remove from heat and set aside.
If necessary, remove pin bones from salmon. Cut fillet into 4 equal portions. You do not need to remove the skin; the fish will lift easily from the skin once it's cooked. Brush salmon portions with 1 tablespoon olive oil, and sprinkle with salt and pepper.
Pre-heat grill (or light the coals) to a medium flame. Remove cedar plank from water and place fish portions onto board, skin side down. Add remaining 3 tablespoons olive oil to citrus glaze and stir to combine. Brush each piece of fish generously with the glaze and place on grill. Close lid and cook fish for 10 to 15 minutes, checking periodically. The salmon is done or very-near done when you see the first little spots of white liquid oozing from the flesh of the fish. Like this:
|See the little beads of white protein on the left side of the fillet? That's perfect.
Too much of that white stuff means your fish is probably overcooked. Bummer.
|You can always do like Noah and check it with your fork.
To serve, place entire plank on large serving platter, or remove fish from plank and place on serving tray. Serve with grilled vegetables and a buttery Chardonnay.


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Welcome to the NFL, Robert Gill.
A 29-year-old rookie on the Arizona Cardinals, Gill has bounced around various semi-pro teams across the country over the past few years. At one point he was even clocked as running a 4.19 40-yard-dash. Danton Barto, currently a scout with the St. Louis Rams, said the only other player he'd seen with speed like Gill's was Deion Sanders.
"The one thing you can't teach is speed. And his speed was …" Barto told the Cardinals website, "you don't see too many guys in your life as fast as Robert is."
NFL fans may get to see Gill show off his wheels in a few months, but in the meantime the 5-foot-10 Gill provided a preview of his speed in a video that has quickly gone viral. In the clip below, Gill hopes on a treadmill and runs for a few seconds at 25 miles per hour. That's right, he goes straight from 0 mph to 25 mph.
For comparison, Usain Bolt is said to have hit top speeds of around 28 mph.
This stunt seems a little dangerous, especially seing as Gill is hoping to finally stick around in the NFL. But on the other hand, maybe this video will actually help Gill's chances by showing his unbelievable speed.
Gill, for one, seems to think so:
Hey coach @Bruce_Arians look at me. Lol @AZCardinals http://t.co/6J70FPnDXq
— Robert Gill (@BUBBYGILL10) June 25, 2013


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Look! DIY Doormat Using Flor Carpet Samples
Our dog, Bacon, likes to "island hop" around the apartment — scurrying from one Flor rug to the next. But he's also consumed by a steamy love affair with our neighbor's Rottweiler (that's right) and every time he hears her going to and fro, he sits by the door and longs to be with her. And he does so with his little behind on the cold, hard floor. Since we have a lot of Flor tiles, we also have a lot of sample squares and, now, we had a reason to put them to use...
Our heavy duty doormat lives outside the door, so we thought it'd be nice to create a mini mat inside the door, making use of our many sample tiles. Although this would be a supplemental doormat, we still ruled out any squares in the shag family or that were too lightly colored in order to minimize dirt visibility and maintenance. Sample tiles do not have perfectly square edges — although you could certainly trim them yourself with any utility knife — so our final pattern was dictated by which tiles actually sat flush against each other.
We love accidental design and this is a great example of how easily something can just come together with what you already have in your home. Even we were surprised with how natural this little rug looks! Not only does Bacon now have a cozy island from which to profess is undying love (through the door), we humans also have a lovely doormat to complete our foyer and a useful solution for our extra carpet samples!
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We've used everything from the stock market to the outcome of Washington Redskins home games to try to predict the outcome of the presidential election but this indicator is far more scary — the Halloween mask indicator!
Spirit Halloween, the Halloween pop-up stores owned by novelty-gift chain Spencers, says it has correctly called each of the four presidential elections since the mid-1990s by which candidate's Halloween mask sold better.
Here are their stats to back it up:
- 2008: Barack Obama outsold John McCain with 60 percent of presidential mask sales.
- 2004: George W. Bush outsold John Kerry with 65 percent of sales.
- 2000: George W. Bush outsold Al Gore with 57 percent of sales. (How come Gore didn't contest THAT number?!)
- 1996: Bill Clinton outsold Bob Dole with 71 percent of sales.
So, even though Halloween is a month away, we thought we'd do an early check to see who's winning so far this year — Barack Obama or Mitt Romney?
According to Spirit, Obama is ahead with 64 percent of sales, compared to 36 percent for Romney.
Spirit also has a poll on its site, where you can vote for a candidate without actually buying a mask. At the moment, it's trending the opposite of sales — Romney is winning with more than 800 votes to Obama's 600-some votes, with Batman coming in a not-so-close third as the write-in candidate. He's got about 60 votes.
BuyCostumes.com also does a presidential-mask indicator, and they, too, claim to have a sterling record: They correctly predicted Obama in 2008 with 55 percent of presidential-mask sales, Bush in 2004 with 53 percent and Bush in 2000 with 57 percent.
Their sales indicator has the Obama-Biden ticket winning with 64 percent of sales compared to 36 percent for the Romney-Ryan ticket.
They also do a state-by-state indicator, which shows red states (GOP ahead), blue states (Dems ahead) and grey states (50-50 split). At the moment, it's tied with about 20 blue states and 20 red states, with 10 grey states.
In the latest NBC-WSJ-Marist College pollof potential voters, Obama was leading in three more swing states — New Hampshire, Nevada, and North Carolina. So, let's do a little test — what does the presidential-mask indicator say about those states?
It's a tie in New Hampshire, Nevada is firmly in the Democratic corner with Obama-Biden getting 79 percent of the mask vote, and North Carolina is also blue with a whopping 97 percent of sales going to the Dems.
Hey, two outta three ain't bad!
Kathe Sheehan over at The Costumerin Schenectady, where, incidentally, Gene Simmons used to buy his Kiss makeup, said in the last election, if you were going by sales, the winner would've been Sarah Palin!
"The thing that made our last Halloween was Sarah Palin wigs," Sheehan said. Everybody wanted to be Sarah Palin. We actually ran out and had to run out and buy some brown wigs and a bunch of glasses so we could make some Sarah Palin kits!"
"Some people just lend themselves to caricature," Sheehan said. "Maybe the present candidates should try and copy her hair!"
So, OK, that Sarah Palin thing didn't quite pan out as a prediction but if Sheehan had to make the call this year, the winner would be …
Richard Nixon!
"He has outsold Obama AND Romney," Sheehan said, adding that he's got the best-selling presidential mask in history, hands down. "You just put on the mask, stick two fingers in the air and put on a suit and that's all you need!"
Well, there you have it. So far, most of the mask indicators are pointing to an Obama victory, with a strong showing for Nixon. For sure, we'll have 17,489 more polls and indicators in the next month or so until the election. In the words of Nixon himself:
"A man is not finished when he is defeated. He is finished when he quits."
And obviously, Halloween-goers can't quit you, Richard Nixon!
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The Government has accused Argentina of being insensitive and disrespectful after it broadcast a television advert showing an Olympic hopeful training on a British war memorial in the Falklands.
In a highly-provocative move that ties the ongoing dispute over the islands with this summer's Games, the 90-second advert produced by the country's presidency says the athlete is preparing for London 2012 on "Argentine soil".
It shows Argentina hockey captain Fernando Zylberberg running in the Falklands capital Port Stanley and exercising on the island's Great War Memorial, which honours British sailors who died in the First World War.
The Foreign Office criticised the advert as an attempt to exploit and politicise the Games.
A FCO spokeswoman said: "We are saddened at this attempt by Argentina to exploit the Games. The Olympics is about sport and not politics. We are also dismayed at the insensitivity and disrespect demonstrated by the filmmakers in their use of a war memorial in the Falklands as a prop.
"The people of the Falklands are British and have chosen to be so. They remain free to chose their own futures both politically and economically and have a right to self-determination."
Falkland Islands: Olympic Hopeful Fernando Zylberberg Trains On 'Argentinian Soil' (VIDEO)
The spokeswoman added: "There are three parties to this debate, not just two as Argentina likes to pretend. The islanders just can't be written out of history."
The advert, which was reportedly broadcast on Wednesday, calls the islands by their Argentinian name, the Malvinas, and carries the tagline: "To compete on British soil, we train on Argentinian soil."
The clip ends with the words: "Homage to the fallen and the veterans of the Malvinas. Presidency of the Nation."
It comes following months of political bickering between London and Buenos Aires on the issue of the disputed South Atlantic islands.
Member of Falkland Islands Legislative Assembly Ian Hansen said that the advert was filmed without permission.
He told the island newspaper the daily Penguin News: "We determine our own future, and we will not be bullied by the Argentine government, neither by their attempts to undermine our economy, nor by their constant misrepresentation of the truth, nor by pieces of cheap and disrespectful propaganda such as this.
"It is hugely disappointing to see sport abused in this way, when it is so often seen as a vehicle for unity. It seems an act of desperation to sink to this."
Falklands War survivor Simon Weston also condemned the advert.
He told The Sun: "It will achieve nothing other than fuelling an argument. The hockey player doing step-ups on the war memorial is an absolute insult. I hope the Olympic authorities will see this for what it is and take action."
President Cristina Fernandez de Kirchner has been attempting to reassert Argentina's claim to the British overseas territory, but the British Government says it will not discuss the issue without the agreement of the Falkland islanders.
Last month saw the 30th anniversary of the start of the Falklands War.


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F 800 GS Adventure
No matter how far the journey takes you - and no matter what terrain you cover: With the F 800 Adventure you'll survive every adventure. This travel enduro is designed for real globetrotters for whom no destination is too far - those who are out to conquer the world beyond familiar roads. The F 800 GS Adventure: the reliable and rugged companion for limitless adventure.Performance: uncompromising.
Powered by the dynamic parallel twin engine with an output of 63 kW (85 bhp), the F 800 GS Adventure has no problem whatsoever leaving civilisation far behind it. With a torque of 83 Nm, this enduro bike has sufficient reserves to supremely tackle any off-road challenge - however remote the location. The electronic Ride-by-Wire system allows the rider to control the accelerator more precisely. With a fuel tank volume of 24 litres and a fuel consumption of 4.3 l per 100 km it covers distances others would be forced to give up on.Control: unconditional.
From sand dunes, mountain passes to river crossings, the F 800 GS Adventure masters every task it is faced with on its far-flung travels. Its core is the torsionally stiff tubular space frame made of steel with a spring travel of 230 mm at the front and 215 mm at the rear. The rider is provided electronic support in Enduro mode, which optimises the suspension for loose surfaces (light offroad with street tyres). Two standard riding modes, Rain and Road, are available at the press of a button. The Enduro and Enduro Pro modes are available as optional extras. ABS is on board as standard of course.Character: peerless.
The F 800 GS Adventure is every inch the globetrotter – from the high windscreen right through to the combined tank bracket and case holder. In spite of its striking side trim and the larger fuel tank, the characteristic flyline of the F 800 GS Adventure reveals its kinship at first sight. Details such as the GS logo on the tank in the new stencil format or the GS inscription on the windscreen highlight this look. This enduro lets you know that it's out to conquer the world.
|Water-cooled 4-stroke in-line two-cylinder engine, four valves per cylinder, two overhead camshafts, dry sump lubrication
|Bore x stroke
|82 mm x 75.6 mm
|798 cc
|Rated output
|63 kW (85 hp) at 7,500 rpm
possible reduction: 35 kW (48 hp) at 7,000 rpm
|Max. torque
|83 Nm at 5,750 rpm
possible reduction: 63 Nm at 4,000 rpm
|Compression ratio
|12.0 : 1
|Mixture control / engine management
|Electronic intake pipe injection, digital engine management (BMS-K+)
|Emission control
|Closed-loop 3-way catalytic converter / emission standard EU-3
|Performance / fuel consumption
|Maximum speed
|193 km/h
|Fuel consumption per 100 km at constant 90 km/h
|4.3 l
|Fuel consumption per 100 km at constant 120 km/h
|5.7 l
|Fuel type
|Unleaded super, minimum octane rating 95 (RON); optional extra 91 (RON) available
|Electrical system
|three-phase alternator 400 W (rated power)
|12 V / 14 Ah, maintenance-free
|Power transmission
|Multiple-disc clutch in oil bath, mechanically operated
|Constant mesh 6-speed gearbox integrated into crankcase
|Endless O-ring chain with shock damping in rear wheel hub
|Chassis / brakes
|Tubular steel space frame, load-bearing engine
|Front wheel location / suspension
|Upside-down telescopic fork, Ø 43 mm
|Rear wheel location / suspension
|Cast aluminium dual swing arm, WAD strut (travel related damping), spring pre-load hydraulically adjustable, rebound damping adjustable
|Suspension travel front / rear
|230 mm / 215 mm
|1,578 mm
|117 mm
|Steering head angle
|Wire spoke wheels
|Rim, front
|2.15 x 21"
|Rim, rear
|4.25 x 17"
|Tyres, front
|Tyres, rear
|Brake, front
|Dual disc, floating brake discs, diameter 300 mm, double-piston floating calipers, ABS
|Brake, rear
|Single disc, diameter 265 mm, single-piston floating caliper, ABS
|BMW Motorrad ABS(disengageble)
|Dimensions / weights
|2.305 mm
|Width (incl. mirrors)
|925 mm
|Height (excl. mirrors)
|1.450 mm
|Seat height, unladen weight
|890 mm (860 mm low seat)
|Inner leg curve, unladen weight
|1.960 mm (1.920 mm low seat)
|Unladen weight, road ready, fully fuelled 1)
|229 kg
|Permitted total weight
|454 kg
|Payload (with standard equipment)
|225 kg
|Usable tank volume
|ca. 4,0 l
Technical data relate to the unladen weight (DIN)
1) According to Directive 93/93/EEC with all fluids, fuelled to at least 90% of usable fuel tank


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Kissing is the best expression of love.
It does not need words to send a message. If you're a sucker for romantic movies, you have witnessed this countless times.
It is not merely lips that touch each other. It has health benefits as well. Look at that.
It lessens stress. Kissing has a calming effect that rrelaxes the mind. Do you notice how time suddenly seem to stop when people kiss? They own the moment and forget their anxieties.
Kissing is also a form of exercise. It tones facial muscles. It helps us lose weight by burning calories. It makes the heart pump more blood in the the body thus improving circulation.
The most amazing effect of kissing is happiness. Knowing you are appreciated and accepted enhances self-esteem. It helps you carry a positive outlook on things.
We kiss our mothers on the cheek and sometimes on the forehead to say, thank you. It is one way of showing affection.
The bride and groom's kiss is a highlight in every wedding ceremony.
An essay writer can think of stories out of a single kiss. One kiss can reunite couples after a huge fight. It can say sorry, for causing pain.
Whatever a kiss means, it will always remain magical.