Gotti gambled all his crews earnings away. Angelo and Gene always complained about it. If it wasn't for Dellacroce Gotti would have never gotten his button.
Gott's gambling led to a hilarious phone call between Angelo and Gene that was intercepted....
Angelo: You gotta do yourself a favor and everybody else a favor too. We gotta see how we're gonna close this fucking joint in New York.
Gene: Yeah, what happened now?
Angelo: That fucking hard-on, you know that hard-on, the guy your mother shit out.
Gene: Go ahead.
Angelo: He lost thirty dollars last night. We were on top sixty balloons! I left there one-thirty and we're on top sixty balloons! We didn't need him in the fucking game!
Gene: I'm by the club now.
Angelo: We were on top sixty balloons - what, is he kidding somebody or what, this guy? Who the fuck needed him there? So what is he looking to do now? Just take advantage of people or what? Let's see how we gotta do it, Genie.
Gene: Oh fuck him. I don't give a fuck. What is he looking to do, this guy? Is he abusing his position or what?
