Boardwalk Empire

[to Jimmy] First rule of politics, kiddo: Never let the truth get in the way of a good story.

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Margaret Schroeder: I'd be honored to name my child after you. Nucky Thompson: Enoch? You couldn't possibly be so cruel.

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And he took the loaves and fishes, looked at his disciples and said, "Fuck it. We're going into the whiskey business"!

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Jimmy Darmody: Nucky, all I want is an opportunity. Nucky Thompson: This is America, ain't it? Who the fuck's stopping you?

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[to Nucky] Look, you can't be half a gangster, Nucky. Not anymore.

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Arnold Rothstein: There was a man once, I don't recall his name, frequented the billiard parlors downtown. He made a comfortable living wagering whether he could swallow certain objects, billiard balls being a specialty. He'd pick a ball, take it down his gullet, to here, and regurgitate it back up. One evening, I decided to challenge this man to a wager. Ten thousand in cash for him to do the trick with a billiard ball of my choosing. Now he knew I'd seen him do this a dozen times so I can only surmise that he thought I was stupid. We laid down the cash and I handed him the cue ball. He swallowed it down, it lodged in his throat, and he choked to death on the spot. What I knew and he didn't was that the cue ball is one sixteenth of an inch larger than the other balls, just too large to swallow. Do you know what the moral of this tale is, Mr. Yale? Frankie Yale: Don't eat a cue ball? Arnold Rothstein: The moral of the story is: If I'd cause a stranger to choke to death for my own amuse

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