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...got tickets for the Knicks tonight. Go out and cruise some bimbos afterwards, whaddaya say?
...gotta read my reports.
Forget charts! We're not fund managers, Bud, churn 'em and burn 'em. I'm offering you the Knicks and chicks. God save you before you turn into poor Steeples over there.
Nice guy but a loser. Lost all his equity when his firm went belly up in the recession of 71. you wanna be coming in here in your late sixties still pitching? ... Whatever happened to that cute analyst at Thudder, Wicks? ... Cindy? Susan?
Cindy. Having sex with her is like reading the Wall Street Journal 'cept the Journal don't talk back. 'Sides this AIDS crap is ruining romance, nobody trusts anybody anymore, gotta get a blood test in the toilet before you leave a bar together, somebody oughtta invent an AIDS dipstick, no kidding, make a fortune. I gotta get to work... Z's today.
Got a little action there, eh buddy?
Marv, ...I just bagged the elephant!
Buddy, buddy, some buddy; why didn't you tell me to buy Bluestar.
Hey Marv, he demanded confidentiality...
Gimme a break. You buy Bluestar Airlines yesterday. Today they just happen to get good news and the stock goes bat shit. You must have ESP. A real Nostradamus. Jesus Christ, what are friends for?
All right, I owe you one Marv.
That's right, next time a little birdie talks to you, talk to me too E.F. Hutton.
What the hell...
Anacott Steel. Buy it.
What's going on?
Lynch is giving him the boot... He's not pulling his quota.
Hey you hear the news. I just got a job at a new firm: "Dewey, Cheat 'em and Howe." Yuk yuk.
Didn't I tell you to knock before you came in here?
Hey the door was open.
Then get out and close it behind you.
You know what you need, buddy buddyan optorectomy. That's when they cut the nerve that runs from your brain to your rectumto change that shitty attitude of yours.
Get the hell out!
I agree. Go thou and sin no more.
I want to make it up to you. Bluestar, put all your clients in it.
Thanks, buddy, buddy, I'm back. Say, Buddy, those optorectomies do work wonders.
The stock's going to Pluto!
Start unloading.
Sell?
Now! Tell everyone to dump!
...hey Chuckie, how's the woman slayer?
...still looking for the right 18 year old wife, how you doing, pal?
...if I had your looks, better.
...takes years of genetics, pal, and a Yale education... and the right tailor.
...not that you learned anything, Chunk.
Buddy boy, how ya doing?
Great Charlie, any better it'd be a sin.
Wanna play some tennis Saturday?
You mean teach you how to play. Can't. Going fly fishing in Canada, big client...
...you take that Anacott Steel?
...light snack, but good, thanks pal, you're sharking your way up...
So whaddaya say pal, wanna play some doubles at Piping? Meet the membership? I got a little blonde named Mandy, about nineteen, avec cafe au lait boobs... she's mine but she's got a cousin who has great muffins.
...sounds dubious Chuck, but Piping Rock any day.
... That's what you told us to say.
Give me that phone. Yes, sir, this is the manager. What seems to be the problem?
He's lying.
Okay, sir. I'll discuss this with the broker and I'll get back to you. You're welcome.
If I'm closing out this account. If he doesn't pay for it tomorrow, you pay for it.
Mr. Lynch, I swear to you, he's lying!
Fox, you're making more problems than you are sales.
I don't think you're being fair, sir. You assigned me this guy, and you know he's got a history...
Somebody has to pay for that error. And it's not me.
Nice piece of work, Fox. Why don't you join me and the partners for lunch tomorrow in the dining room?
I'd love to, Mr. Lynch, thank you.
Thank you, Janet...thank you, Mr. Lynch.
No, thank you. I knew the minute I laid eyes on you, you had what it takes Bud. Just keep it going.
Hi...can I buy you a drink? I'm celebrating tonight.
Please, no thanks...
Look, I know you get approached a lot by dubious men, but I'm different, I never talk to strangers, all my life I've been waiting for the right person to walk across the room... you're that person, you don't know it but I do and if you walk away now I'll never see you again or you me. You'll grow old.
Oh really.
I'll grow old. We'll both die. And we'll never have known each other. That's sad. At least one drink for a dreamer...What's your favorite drink?
Grand Marnier.
Sounds like a french word, what is it?
It's a romantic and tragic drink.
Sounds tempting. I prefer mine with a twist of fate. You know like us meeting. Don't go away...
Look Harold, they're vulnerable, alright, but we don't want 'em to think they're under accumulation. Go slow. Call Geneva and the Bahamas for me, will ya? We feint towards it but we wait...
What about tipping off Yurovich?
If I ever need surgery, get me the heart of an arb like Yurovich, it's never been used...Happy Holideals Harold...
Gordon, the insurance people are balking on the logging trucks...
Tell those spineless toads we'll selfinsure if they don't write it... You fire 33 vice presidents and nothing changes... You eating twinkies today, Bud, or are you schtupping some stewardess...
Who the hell's out there? What are the arbs saying? It's gotta be a big hitter.
They don't know what's going on!
Fox says Bluestar just hit 23. What do you want him to do?
Sell it all. What the hell, so I'll only make ten million.
....beautiful.
Of course, we're gonna need some <u>water</u>, uh...
Is it a <u>stream</u>, or is it a...
No, I think..
a "pond," or
No, I think it's ... can we see the calico <u>kitten</u>...?
Yup.
How 'bout a Cold Drink...?
Oh, hell...
Susie? Susie. Are you alright...? <u>Susie</u>...
Lemme talk to him. Will? Shoe?
SUSIE...? Are you alright...?
Lemme talk to him. Shoe? Shoe...? You in there...?
Long's you git me back for the beans...
...for the beans, yes...
This is <u>nothing</u>, Wait'll you've worked with a movie star, one time, this is nothing, we keep him shotup and happy the Old Days, I used to think I was a <u>pharmacist</u>, the kind of stuff I had to do. One time...
Cause the beans, y'know, y'can tell if they're <u>puttin</u> stuff in it.
What the fuck did you <u>mean</u>, "What kind of stuff?"?
...this is nothing. This is nothing. D'you ever shoot in <u>Italy</u>? Try three Italian starlets on Benzedrine, this is a walk in the park...
...who <u>are</u> you? Who <u>are</u> you sonofabitches...
Just want to take a nap.
He's not dead, Ronnie. He's just a little understandab1y, <u>fatigued</u>. Let's get him to some help...
...gimme some help...
That's right, we'll take a nap. We'll get you to Washington, we'll get you Back to your Buddies, and...
...just want to Get Back to the Beans...
Come on, you fucking sissy, you think this is tough? Try showbusiness. 19701990, n'ybody I worked with, y'could of bottled their piss n'sold it in the <u>ghettos</u>... Come on, Pal...
...where's my l'il <u>pill</u>?

...got tickets for the Knicks tonight. Go out and cruise some bimbos afterwards, whaddaya say?

...gotta read my reports.

Forget charts! We're not fund managers, Bud, churn 'em and burn 'em. I'm offering you the Knicks and chicks. God save you before you turn into poor Steeples over there.

Nice guy but a loser. Lost all his equity when his firm went belly up in the recession of 71. you wanna be coming in here in your late sixties still pitching? ... Whatever happened to that cute analyst at Thudder, Wicks? ... Cindy? Susan?

Cindy. Having sex with her is like reading the Wall Street Journal 'cept the Journal don't talk back. 'Sides this AIDS crap is ruining romance, nobody trusts anybody anymore, gotta get a blood test in the toilet before you leave a bar together, somebody oughtta invent an AIDS dipstick, no kidding, make a fortune. I gotta get to work... Z's today.

Got a little action there, eh buddy?

Marv, ...I just bagged the elephant!

Buddy, buddy, some buddy; why didn't you tell me to buy Bluestar.

Hey Marv, he demanded confidentiality...

Gimme a break. You buy Bluestar Airlines yesterday. Today they just happen to get good news and the stock goes bat shit. You must have ESP. A real Nostradamus. Jesus Christ, what are friends for?

All right, I owe you one Marv.

That's right, next time a little birdie talks to you, talk to me too E.F. Hutton.

What the hell...

Anacott Steel. Buy it.

What's going on?

Lynch is giving him the boot... He's not pulling his quota.

Hey you hear the news. I just got a job at a new firm: "Dewey, Cheat 'em and Howe." Yuk yuk.

Didn't I tell you to knock before you came in here?

Hey the door was open.

Then get out and close it behind you.

You know what you need, buddy buddyan optorectomy. That's when they cut the nerve that runs from your brain to your rectumto change that shitty attitude of yours.

Get the hell out!

I agree. Go thou and sin no more.

I want to make it up to you. Bluestar, put all your clients in it.

Thanks, buddy, buddy, I'm back. Say, Buddy, those optorectomies do work wonders.

The stock's going to Pluto!

Start unloading.

Sell?

Now! Tell everyone to dump!

...hey Chuckie, how's the woman slayer?

...still looking for the right 18 year old wife, how you doing, pal?

...if I had your looks, better.

...takes years of genetics, pal, and a Yale education... and the right tailor.

...not that you learned anything, Chunk.

Buddy boy, how ya doing?

Great Charlie, any better it'd be a sin.

Wanna play some tennis Saturday?

You mean teach you how to play. Can't. Going fly fishing in Canada, big client...

...you take that Anacott Steel?

...light snack, but good, thanks pal, you're sharking your way up...

So whaddaya say pal, wanna play some doubles at Piping? Meet the membership? I got a little blonde named Mandy, about nineteen, avec cafe au lait boobs... she's mine but she's got a cousin who has great muffins.

...sounds dubious Chuck, but Piping Rock any day.

... That's what you told us to say.

Give me that phone. Yes, sir, this is the manager. What seems to be the problem?

He's lying.

Okay, sir. I'll discuss this with the broker and I'll get back to you. You're welcome.

If I'm closing out this account. If he doesn't pay for it tomorrow, you pay for it.

Mr. Lynch, I swear to you, he's lying!

Fox, you're making more problems than you are sales.

I don't think you're being fair, sir. You assigned me this guy, and you know he's got a history...

Somebody has to pay for that error. And it's not me.

Nice piece of work, Fox. Why don't you join me and the partners for lunch tomorrow in the dining room?

I'd love to, Mr. Lynch, thank you.

Thank you, Janet...thank you, Mr. Lynch.

No, thank you. I knew the minute I laid eyes on you, you had what it takes Bud. Just keep it going.

Hi...can I buy you a drink? I'm celebrating tonight.

Please, no thanks...

Look, I know you get approached a lot by dubious men, but I'm different, I never talk to strangers, all my life I've been waiting for the right person to walk across the room... you're that person, you don't know it but I do and if you walk away now I'll never see you again or you me. You'll grow old.

Oh really.

I'll grow old. We'll both die. And we'll never have known each other. That's sad. At least one drink for a dreamer...What's your favorite drink?

Grand Marnier.

Sounds like a french word, what is it?

It's a romantic and tragic drink.

Sounds tempting. I prefer mine with a twist of fate. You know like us meeting. Don't go away...

Look Harold, they're vulnerable, alright, but we don't want 'em to think they're under accumulation. Go slow. Call Geneva and the Bahamas for me, will ya? We feint towards it but we wait...

What about tipping off Yurovich?

If I ever need surgery, get me the heart of an arb like Yurovich, it's never been used...Happy Holideals Harold...

Gordon, the insurance people are balking on the logging trucks...

Tell those spineless toads we'll selfinsure if they don't write it... You fire 33 vice presidents and nothing changes... You eating twinkies today, Bud, or are you schtupping some stewardess...

Who the hell's out there? What are the arbs saying? It's gotta be a big hitter.

They don't know what's going on!

Fox says Bluestar just hit 23. What do you want him to do?

Sell it all. What the hell, so I'll only make ten million.

....beautiful.

Of course, we're gonna need some water, uh...

Is it a stream, or is it a...

No, I think..

a "pond," or

No, I think it's ... can we see the calico kitten...?

Yup.

How 'bout a Cold Drink...?

Oh, hell...

Susie? Susie. Are you alright...? Susie...

Lemme talk to him. Will? Shoe?

SUSIE...? Are you alright...?

Lemme talk to him. Shoe? Shoe...? You in there...?

Long's you git me back for the beans...

...for the beans, yes...

This is nothing, Wait'll you've worked with a movie star, one time, this is nothing, we keep him shotup and happy the Old Days, I used to think I was a pharmacist, the kind of stuff I had to do. One time...

Cause the beans, y'know, y'can tell if they're puttin stuff in it.

What the fuck did you mean, "What kind of stuff?"?

...this is nothing. This is nothing. D'you ever shoot in Italy? Try three Italian starlets on Benzedrine, this is a walk in the park...

...who are you? Who are you sonofabitches...

Just want to take a nap.

He's not dead, Ronnie. He's just a little understandab1y, fatigued. Let's get him to some help...

...gimme some help...

That's right, we'll take a nap. We'll get you to Washington, we'll get you Back to your Buddies, and...

...just want to Get Back to the Beans...

Come on, you fucking sissy, you think this is tough? Try showbusiness. 19701990, n'ybody I worked with, y'could of bottled their piss n'sold it in the ghettos... Come on, Pal...

...where's my l'il pill?