Wake up, will ya pal? If you're not inside, you're outside, OK? And I'm not talking a $400,000 a year working Wall Street stiff flying first class and being comfortable, I'm talking about liquid. Rich enough to have your own jet. Rich enough not to waste time. Fifty, a hundred million dollars buddy. A player, or nothing. Now you had what it took to get into my office; The real question is whether you got what it takes to stay.
Showdowns bore me, Larry. Nobody wins. You can have the company. In fact, its gonna be fun watching you and your giant ego try and make a horse race out of it.
Well now considering you brought my mother into it, 71.50.
Money never sleeps, pal. Just made 800,000 Hong Kong Gold, it's been wired to ya. Play with it. You done good, but you gotta keep doing good. I Showed you how the game works, now school's out.
No, no, no, no, you don't understand. I wanna be surprised. Astonish me pal. New Info - I don't care where, or how you get it - just get it.
I'm gonna make you rich, Bud Fox. Yeah, rich enough, you can afford a girl like Darien. This is your wake-up call, pal. Go to work.
We're smart enough not to buy into the oldest myth running - Love. Fiction created by people to keep them from jumping out of windows.
I appreciate the opportunity you're giving me, Mr. Cromwell, as the single largest shareholder of Teldar Paper, to speak.
The Carnegies, the Mellons, the men who built this great industrial empire, made sure of it because it was their money at stake.
Well, in my book, you either do it right, or you get eliminated.
I am not a destroyer of companies, I am a liberator of them.
The point is, ladies and gentlemen, that greed, for lack of a better word, is good. Greed is right. Greed works. Greed clarifies, cuts through, and captures the essence of the evolutionary spirit. Greed, in all of it's forms - greed for life, for money, for love, knowledge - has marked the upward surge of mankind, and greed - you mark my words - will not only save Teldar Paper but that other malfunctioning corporation called the USA. Thank you.
Mixed emotions, Buddy. Like, Larry Wildman going off a cliff, in my new Maserati.
You tell those spineless assholes we'll self-insure if they don't write it. I can't believe you can fire half the management, nothing changes!
Look I.. I have no illusions about winning a popularity contest, with any of you. I got roasted the other night - friend of mine asked, "Why are we honoring this man, have we run out of human beings?" I mean it's not always the popular guy who gets the job done.
We got a stockbroker who wants to run an airline.
I'm up to my ass with more nuts than a fruitcake.
So the falcon's heard the falconer, huh?
Sure now what's worth doing, is worth doing for money. If it's a bad bargain, nobody gains, and if we do this deal, everybody gains.
Well you were walking around blind without a cane, pal. A fool and his money are lucky enough to get together in the first place.
It's all about bucks, kid. The rest is conversation.
It's not a question of enough, pal. It's a Zero Sum game - somebody wins, somebody loses. Money itself isn't lost or made, it's simply, transferred - from one perception to another. Like magic.
This painting here? I bought it ten years ago for sixty thousand dollars, I could sell it today for six hundred. The illusion has become real, and the more real it becomes, the more desperately they want it. Capitalism at it's finest.
The richest one percent of this country owns half our country's wealth, five trillion dollars. One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons; And what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It's bullshit. You got ninety percent of the American public out there with little or no net worth. I create nothing. I own.
We make the rules, pal. The news, war, peace, famine, upheaval, price of a paper clip. We pick that rabbit out of that hat when everybody sits out there wonderin' how the hell we did it.