One thing I learned from Pop... was to try to think as people around you think. On that basis, anything is possible.
— How do you say Banana Daquiri?
— Banana Daquiri.
There was this kid I grew up with. He was younger than me. Sort of looked up to me, you know. We did our first work together. Worked our way out of the street. Things were good. During Prohibition we ran molasses into Canada. Made a fortune. Your father too. As much as anyone, I loved him and trusted him. Later on he had an idea to build a city out of a desert stop-over for G. I.s going to the West Coast. That kid's name was Moe Greene and the city he invented was Las Vegas. This was a great man. A man of vision and guts. And there isn't even a plaque, signpost or statue of him in that town. Someone put a bullet through his eye. No one knows who gave the order. When I heard it, I wasn't angry. I knew Moe, I knew he was headstrong. Talking loud, saying stupid things. So when he turned up dead, I let it go. And I said to myself, «This is the business we've chosen». I didn't ask... who gave the order, because it had nothing to do with business.