Smokin' Aces (2006)

Jeremy Piven: Buddy Israel

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Quotes 

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : You're looking at me like, like... I just asked you the fucking square root of something.

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Will you tell me what that is?

  Hugo Croop : About what?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Look at the coller on that coat... whats that look like, that stain?

  Hugo Croop : I dunno... Cinnamon roll?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Cinnamon roll? the cinnamon, the roll of the cinnamon. That looks like jizz... ya Eastern European jizz, that looks like some fuckhead shot his load on a 12000 dollar calf's skin jacket. The twist? Its my 12000 dollar calf's skin jacket. So ya got the semon, ok you got the human ejaculate

  [checks watch] 

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : thats been allowed to soak in for like seven hours alright. Work its way into the fabric fuckin fibers...

  Hugo Croop : If you like I send out?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : ...To what? Incinerate? Hugo there isn't a fuckin laundry detergent or dry cleaning product known to man that will get that clean. Some shit, suffice it to say, just don't wash out.

  Hugo Croop : Do you want an apology?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Only if you really truly mean it.

  Hugo Croop : Im very sorry,

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Are you a Collasal fuckin idiot?

  Hugo Croop : I am idiot.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Get the phone, it's probably Mecklin. Get Fatolli up here and start cleaning all right? and please for me will you do one thing?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : [Card trick putting a card on Hugo's forehead] 

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Get out of my fucking sight.

• Sir Ivy : What'd you say to Mecklen?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : What I've always been sayin', let's make the fuckin' deal.

  Sir Ivy : You see... this is one of the rare moments, where your ass gets to be completely honest... and if i'm asking you what you said to Mecklen, assume the shit is rhetorical, assume I already know.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : What do you see right now? You see exactly, and only what I choose to show you. That is illusion Ivy, that is the lie that I tell your eyes, makin' the magic happen, in the moment, in that split second... but seeing behind this motherfucker and knowing... that it's all bullshit.

  Sir Ivy : Yeah, you on some bullshit.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : But I can shape it, I can shift it, I can make it as real as this room. That's why i'm valuable here Ivy and that is why you are not.

  Sir Ivy : I ain't valuable?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : I am sorry, I love you, I never wanted it to be like this, you know that.

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : You with me, baby?

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : No, I tell you something. You know what? Listen to me. Listen. The deal is off in five minutes unless they give us something.

  Morris Mecklen : I don't know what to say to you. It is what it is.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : Bullshit! It isn't! I am not... I don't know how to say it any fucking louder. I am not giving up my boys. All right. End of fucking song.

  Morris Mecklen : And they are bricking us on that particular issue, pally. I've been cohabitating with these people for the last thirty hours. These are the premier prick cocksuckers of all time. I feel beaten by them; I feel bloodied. You're just gonna have to play ball.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : No. I don't have to do shit, which includes cooperating with these fuckers, until I get what I want! Listen to men. If we have to give them someone, give them Hugo, all right? I can take that, because he needs that regimented prison shit that they'll give him.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : It's bigger than that. They want everybody. Ivy, Beanie, Hugo, the works.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : This is not a fucking swap meet, all right Morrie? I'm not giving up my boys and you fucking know that. I gave you Sparazza. I'm gonna give them Sparazza and the west-coast syndicate gift-wrapped. Get it fucking done!

  Morris Mecklen : Listen to me, kid. Let's not antagonize this any more, okay? If we push this, they are gonna revoke your protective status and that nullifies any agreement we got. And that is mate. Checkmate, kiddo.

  [Israel drops his cell phone in despair and rests his head on the piano keys behind him] 

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : These flowers are wilted, I need you to call the florist.

• [realising that Aces is turning him in to the FBI] 

  Sir Ivy : Sending me off like your last chip?

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : You know I wouldn't.

  Sir Ivy : You outta your fucking mind.

  [reaches for his gun] 

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : If you...

  [throws a card and cuts Ivy's eye] 

  Sir Ivy : Motherfucker!

  [fires blindly] 

• Buddy 'Aces' Israel : These flowers are wilted, call the florist.

  Sir Ivy : I need you to chill.

  Buddy 'Aces' Israel : I need you to call the florist.