In an old school Las Vegas casino, its top gambling jinx breaks his curse when he falls in love, much to his boss' consternation.

[last lines]
Larry Sokolov: Gentlemen, I want to thank you for your vote of confidence. As the new director of casino operations I want to make a personal guarantee to each and every one of you that your investment in the Golden Shangri-La will be well looked after. The future looks very bright, gentlemen. Very, very bright.
Shelly: Lootz is kryptonite on a stick.
Shelly Kaplow: Jesus, Bernie, is that what you think? That I would fuck with your happiness? That hurts me.
Shelly Kaplow: [about the Vegas strip] What? You mean that Disneyland mookfest out there? Huh? Come on, you know what that is? Huh? That's a fucking violation is what that is. Something that used to be beautiful, used to have class, like a gorgeous high-priced hooker with an exclusive clientele. Then along comes that Steve Wynn cocksucker and knocks her up and puts her in a fucking family way. Now she's nothing but a cheap, fat whore hiding behind too much fucking make-up. I look at her and see all her fucking stretch marks, it makes me want to cry - because I remember the way she used to be.
Larry Sokolov: Don't get me wrong. Nostalgia is great. We love nostalgia. But nostalgia belongs in a museum. I think there comes a time to decide whether you're running a museum or you're running a casino.
[first lines]
Casino employee: Where's Bernie, they're killing us. Yeah, we need him right away.
Shelly Kaplow: Jesus Christ, that's such a fucking touching speech, Bernie! All that Jimmy Stewart bullshit? I've got such a lump in my throat I can't tell you.
Natalie: I thought shit like that only happened in the movies.
[beating up Larry in the bathroom]
Shelly Kaplow: Now listen to me, you little Harvard turd. Lootz is all right, so he's walking out of here with everything he's got coming to him. If you so much as touch one fucking hair on his fucking head, I'm gonna fucking wallpaper this fucking bathroom with your fucking ass, do you understand me? Muted tones, isn't that what you said, huh? Huh? I can't hear you. Wait, wait a minute. There it is. Blended in, at a subsonic level, like some kind of mantra: "Pain, pain, pain."
[breaks Larry's wrist]
[Natalie sees herself in the rear-view mirror]
Natalie: Oh my God.
Bernie: Hey. You look in the mirror, you don't like what you see, don't believe it. Look in my eyes, I am the only mirror you're ever gonna need. You look in my eyes, Natalie.
Shelly: I can make you disappear like *that*! And not one fucking person would miss you! Not one fucking person!
Natalie: Bernie would! He loves me. He loves me, and that kills you, doesn't it, Shelly?
Bernie: Better luck next time.