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... just got 250,000 shares at 18 1/4 from Janson, think I'll pull twice that at 18 1/2 outta the California pensions. We got close to half a million shares in the bag.
Hey, the Terminator! Blow 'em away Ollie.
And, I'm pretty sure we got the Beezer Brothers out of Tulsa coming in with us and I'm working on the Silverberg boys in Canada.
Rip their throats out and put them in your garbage compactor. Interesting. You got a card?
What do you say we go get a suite at the Carlyle? Caviar? Champagne? Celebrate, just like the old times Sunshine.
Those days are over, Gordon. They were over a long time ago.
Can't blame me for trying. You look as beautiful as that painting I just bought.
So what's the problem Sunshine? You look like Black Thursday. Bad case of puppy love?
It's not puppy love, Gordon. Anyway, Buddy and I are splitting up.
Sorry to hear that. I thought the kid had staying power.
It's over you, Gordon.
You told him about us?
No, are you crazy? And I don't want him ever to know. Do you understand?...
I want to ask you a big favor, Gordon. Please drop the Bluestar deal.
Now tell me, why would I want to do that?
Because I don't want to see him hurt.
Don't worry Sunshine. Bud and I had a little talk. We came to an understanding. I want you to go back to him. Soothe him. Help keep his head straight. Okay?
I can't...and I won't.
Come on, we both like Buddy. But this bleeding heart puppy love act is over the top... It doesn't fit.
Maybe it does. Don't patronize me Gordon.
You and I are the same, Darien. We're smart enough not to buy into the oldest myth running: love... A fiction created by people who got nothing to keep them from jumping out of windows.
You're really twisted, Gordon. You're incapable of giving to anybody because deep down inside you there's a poverty that every last dollar in the world won't fill.
Ooh ooh, tough talk from a scared little girl all wrapped in a pretty grownup package. Does this mean you're ready to cut the umbilical cord and step out into the world on your own? Because, Darien, if you're through with me, you're through with everything I'm a part of.
I thought this was an informal meeting. What's he doing here?
Harold, you don't mind strolling around the block a couple hundred times, do you?
Frankly, Carl, I can't see giving much more. If you have any suggestions I'll be glad to listen.
There came into Egypt a Pharoah who did not know.
I beg your pardon. Is that a proverb?
No, it's a prophecy. The rich have been doing it to the poor since the beginning of time. The only difference between the Pyramids and the Empire State Building is that the Egyptians didn't have unions. I know what this guy is about greedhe's in and out for the buck and he don't take prisoners. He don't give a damn about Northstar or us ...
Fine, if you don't want us, stay with the scum in present managementdedicated to running you and Bluestar into the ground.
...that "scum" built this company up from one plane in thirty years, they made something out of nothing, and if that's a scum I'll take one over a rat any day...
You got a look in your eye, Mr. Mannheim... You got something for the small fry...
Jesus, can't make a buck in this market, country's going to hell faster than when that sonofabitch Roosevelt was around... too much cheap money sloshing around the world. The biggest mistake we ever made was letting Nixon get off the gold standard. Putney Drugyou boys might want to have a look at it.
Sleep with me and the secrets of the West are yours.
Now that's a crap company, sure you'll make money on the takeover rumor, but what's being created. Nothing. No substance behind it.
Old values. Buy.
Mr. Mannheim, got a sure thing. Anacott Steel.
No such thing Bud 'cept death and taxes. Not a good company anymore, no fundamentals. What's going on Bud? Do you know something? Remember there're no short cuts son, quick buck artists come and go with every bull market but the steady players make it through the bear markets. You're part of something here, Bud. The money you make for people creates science and research jobs. Don't sell that out.
You're right, Mr. Mannheim, but you gotta get to the big time first, then you can be a pillar and do good things.
Can't get a little bit pregnant, Bud.
It's a winner Mr. Mannheim, trust me buy.
You're on a roll kiddo. Enjoy it while it lasts 'cause it never does.
...just kickin' ass and taking names, Mr. Mannheim.
How you doing Buddy?
Great Carolyn, doing any better would be a sin...
Morning Buddy, you look happy.
Any better and I'd be guilty.
You were never that innocent sugarpie.
...how do you know? You wish...
Bud! Where you been the last two days?
...Janet get my father on the phone and the two other union reps, urgent...
He had a heart attack, hon, but he's okay, he's at the hospital...
Oh Christ!
Hello again, I been holding these drinks for us for the last three weeks.
Excuse me.
Grand Marnier. A romantic and tragic drink.
Oh yes, I remember you.
Destiny took us apart, but I knew it would bring us back together.
Aha. Poet or philosopher?
Stock broker. As in: never have so few done so little for so much. So what do you see in this?
I'd give anything to have this in my house, even for a week.
...few thousand dollars down the drain if you ask me.
Oh really? Well, I guess you can kiss that career as an art appraiser goodbye, because we paid over four hundred thousand for it at the contemporary picture sale last June.
You could have a great beach house for that.
Sure you could, in Wildwood, New Jersey. If you sold this, you could have a pretty nice penthouse on Fifth. But you wouldn't have much left over for decoration.
Boy, I thought Gordon was a tough businessman, but somebody's really taking him to the cleaners here.
Not really. I'd say that Gordon is one of the most astute collectors around. He has a great eye and he only buys the best. Like this rug for instance, a silk Tabriz, the finest of its kind. The day after he bought it in London, a dealer representing the Saudi Royal Family offered him twice what he paid. It absolutely makes the room. See how this little bit of celadon in the border is picked up in the cushions oh the sofa... although... I don't know if I would have used that tea dipped linen for the upholstery too dingy. And it's a sacrilege having that PreColumbian pot in the center of the coffee table. Some dope might use it as an ashtray.
I gather you're a decorator.
You got it, a great spender of other people's money.
Well, if you're that good, you could probably do wonders at my place.
Where is it?
Upper West Side.
Oh really. Home of the exposed brick wall and the houseplant.
Oh it's just a rental. I'm moving to the East Side soon. I've got a couple of deals brewing with Gordon. but that's just conversation... what about real things? Like dinner. The two of us. Friday. Cafe. Santo Domingo.
What if I have a previous engagement?
Break it.
I guess this must be destiny alright. My first yuppie apartment and... my first yuppie.
You may call me a yuppie... It's Mister Yuppie to you.
So. See you Friday.
You really do believe in destiny?
Only if I want something bad enough.
Devon? He looks like Seattle Slew. What about the Triple Crown?
He's not a racehorse, Bud, he's a jumper.
How would I know? I once bet a horse. He went out at ten to one and came in at quarter to five.
If I could have anything... this would almost do.
Yeah, almost...
So, how did your conference go with Gordon?
The conference, oh yeah. Fine. We reached an agreement and decided to divide up the world between us.
You have modest wants. I like that in a man.
And what do you want?
...a Turner, a perfect canary diaiaond... a Lear jet... world peace... the best of everything...
Well, why stop at that?
I don't.
You're not trouble by any chance. Are you?
...isn't it perfect!
...too perfect...let's not even eat. Let's just watch it and think about it.
You know, the elevator man couldn't believe I paid $300,000 to have my walls looking like this, he's got them for free in Brooklyn.
I'll bet he's got an opinion on the stock market too. This apartment is already ahead of its time. I call it the "demolished" look. They've already heard about it at House and Garden and they're coming next week to photograph it before it gets... lived in. Is that alright? I'd love to have it in my portfolio.
Sure... But your fee... considering you're way over budget, should be negotiable.
Let's get things straight, Bud. I'm not going to take a cut. I worked hard and you can't decorate a room in New York for less than $100,000. Curtains alone...

... just got 250,000 shares at 18 1/4 from Janson, think I'll pull twice that at 18 1/2 outta the California pensions. We got close to half a million shares in the bag.

Hey, the Terminator! Blow 'em away Ollie.

And, I'm pretty sure we got the Beezer Brothers out of Tulsa coming in with us and I'm working on the Silverberg boys in Canada.

Rip their throats out and put them in your garbage compactor. Interesting. You got a card?

What do you say we go get a suite at the Carlyle? Caviar? Champagne? Celebrate, just like the old times Sunshine.

Those days are over, Gordon. They were over a long time ago.

Can't blame me for trying. You look as beautiful as that painting I just bought.

So what's the problem Sunshine? You look like Black Thursday. Bad case of puppy love?

It's not puppy love, Gordon. Anyway, Buddy and I are splitting up.

Sorry to hear that. I thought the kid had staying power.

It's over you, Gordon.

You told him about us?

No, are you crazy? And I don't want him ever to know. Do you understand?...

I want to ask you a big favor, Gordon. Please drop the Bluestar deal.

Now tell me, why would I want to do that?

Because I don't want to see him hurt.

Don't worry Sunshine. Bud and I had a little talk. We came to an understanding. I want you to go back to him. Soothe him. Help keep his head straight. Okay?

I can't...and I won't.

Come on, we both like Buddy. But this bleeding heart puppy love act is over the top... It doesn't fit.

Maybe it does. Don't patronize me Gordon.

You and I are the same, Darien. We're smart enough not to buy into the oldest myth running: love... A fiction created by people who got nothing to keep them from jumping out of windows.

You're really twisted, Gordon. You're incapable of giving to anybody because deep down inside you there's a poverty that every last dollar in the world won't fill.

Ooh ooh, tough talk from a scared little girl all wrapped in a pretty grownup package. Does this mean you're ready to cut the umbilical cord and step out into the world on your own? Because, Darien, if you're through with me, you're through with everything I'm a part of.

I thought this was an informal meeting. What's he doing here?

Harold, you don't mind strolling around the block a couple hundred times, do you?

Frankly, Carl, I can't see giving much more. If you have any suggestions I'll be glad to listen.

There came into Egypt a Pharoah who did not know.

I beg your pardon. Is that a proverb?

No, it's a prophecy. The rich have been doing it to the poor since the beginning of time. The only difference between the Pyramids and the Empire State Building is that the Egyptians didn't have unions. I know what this guy is about greedhe's in and out for the buck and he don't take prisoners. He don't give a damn about Northstar or us ...

Fine, if you don't want us, stay with the scum in present managementdedicated to running you and Bluestar into the ground.

...that "scum" built this company up from one plane in thirty years, they made something out of nothing, and if that's a scum I'll take one over a rat any day...

You got a look in your eye, Mr. Mannheim... You got something for the small fry...

Jesus, can't make a buck in this market, country's going to hell faster than when that sonofabitch Roosevelt was around... too much cheap money sloshing around the world. The biggest mistake we ever made was letting Nixon get off the gold standard. Putney Drugyou boys might want to have a look at it.

Sleep with me and the secrets of the West are yours.

Now that's a crap company, sure you'll make money on the takeover rumor, but what's being created. Nothing. No substance behind it.

Old values. Buy.

Mr. Mannheim, got a sure thing. Anacott Steel.

No such thing Bud 'cept death and taxes. Not a good company anymore, no fundamentals. What's going on Bud? Do you know something? Remember there're no short cuts son, quick buck artists come and go with every bull market but the steady players make it through the bear markets. You're part of something here, Bud. The money you make for people creates science and research jobs. Don't sell that out.

You're right, Mr. Mannheim, but you gotta get to the big time first, then you can be a pillar and do good things.

Can't get a little bit pregnant, Bud.

It's a winner Mr. Mannheim, trust me buy.

You're on a roll kiddo. Enjoy it while it lasts 'cause it never does.

...just kickin' ass and taking names, Mr. Mannheim.

How you doing Buddy?

Great Carolyn, doing any better would be a sin...

Morning Buddy, you look happy.

Any better and I'd be guilty.

You were never that innocent sugarpie.

...how do you know? You wish...

Bud! Where you been the last two days?

...Janet get my father on the phone and the two other union reps, urgent...

He had a heart attack, hon, but he's okay, he's at the hospital...

Oh Christ!

Hello again, I been holding these drinks for us for the last three weeks.

Excuse me.

Grand Marnier. A romantic and tragic drink.

Oh yes, I remember you.

Destiny took us apart, but I knew it would bring us back together.

Aha. Poet or philosopher?

Stock broker. As in: never have so few done so little for so much. So what do you see in this?

I'd give anything to have this in my house, even for a week.

...few thousand dollars down the drain if you ask me.

Oh really? Well, I guess you can kiss that career as an art appraiser goodbye, because we paid over four hundred thousand for it at the contemporary picture sale last June.

You could have a great beach house for that.

Sure you could, in Wildwood, New Jersey. If you sold this, you could have a pretty nice penthouse on Fifth. But you wouldn't have much left over for decoration.

Boy, I thought Gordon was a tough businessman, but somebody's really taking him to the cleaners here.

Not really. I'd say that Gordon is one of the most astute collectors around. He has a great eye and he only buys the best. Like this rug for instance, a silk Tabriz, the finest of its kind. The day after he bought it in London, a dealer representing the Saudi Royal Family offered him twice what he paid. It absolutely makes the room. See how this little bit of celadon in the border is picked up in the cushions oh the sofa... although... I don't know if I would have used that tea dipped linen for the upholstery too dingy. And it's a sacrilege having that PreColumbian pot in the center of the coffee table. Some dope might use it as an ashtray.

I gather you're a decorator.

You got it, a great spender of other people's money.

Well, if you're that good, you could probably do wonders at my place.

Where is it?

Upper West Side.

Oh really. Home of the exposed brick wall and the houseplant.

Oh it's just a rental. I'm moving to the East Side soon. I've got a couple of deals brewing with Gordon. but that's just conversation... what about real things? Like dinner. The two of us. Friday. Cafe. Santo Domingo.

What if I have a previous engagement?

Break it.

I guess this must be destiny alright. My first yuppie apartment and... my first yuppie.

You may call me a yuppie... It's Mister Yuppie to you.

So. See you Friday.

You really do believe in destiny?

Only if I want something bad enough.

Devon? He looks like Seattle Slew. What about the Triple Crown?

He's not a racehorse, Bud, he's a jumper.

How would I know? I once bet a horse. He went out at ten to one and came in at quarter to five.

If I could have anything... this would almost do.

Yeah, almost...

So, how did your conference go with Gordon?

The conference, oh yeah. Fine. We reached an agreement and decided to divide up the world between us.

You have modest wants. I like that in a man.

And what do you want?

...a Turner, a perfect canary diaiaond... a Lear jet... world peace... the best of everything...

Well, why stop at that?

I don't.

You're not trouble by any chance. Are you?

...isn't it perfect!

...too perfect...let's not even eat. Let's just watch it and think about it.

You know, the elevator man couldn't believe I paid $300,000 to have my walls looking like this, he's got them for free in Brooklyn.

I'll bet he's got an opinion on the stock market too. This apartment is already ahead of its time. I call it the "demolished" look. They've already heard about it at House and Garden and they're coming next week to photograph it before it gets... lived in. Is that alright? I'd love to have it in my portfolio.

Sure... But your fee... considering you're way over budget, should be negotiable.

Let's get things straight, Bud. I'm not going to take a cut. I worked hard and you can't decorate a room in New York for less than $100,000. Curtains alone...