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Blake quotes

These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads, and to you they're gold but you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be like throwing them away. They're for closers.

Your name is "You're Wanting", and you can't play the man's game, you can't close them, and then tell your wife your troubles. 'Cause only one thing counts in this world: get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you ****in' ****s?

A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always be closing, always be closing.

And to answer your question, pal, why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to. They asked me for a favor. I said the real favor, follow my advice and fire your ****ing ass because a loser is a loser.

You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?

Know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.

We're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody want to see second prize? [Holds up prize] Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired.

You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you ****? How are you gonna take the abuse you get on a sit? You don't like it? Leave.

Coffee is for Closers!

Blake: PUT. THAT COFFEE. DOWN. Coffee is for closers only. You think I'm ****in' with you? I am not ****in' with you.
[Looks at Shelly]
Blake: Your name Levene?
Shelley Levene: [slightly bewildered] Uh-huh.
[Blake quickly looks at the board, then looks back]
Blake: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?

Ricky Roma: Come on. You're eating her crumbcake.
Shelley Levene: Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm eating her crumbcake.
Ricky Roma: How was it?
Shelley Levene: Uh, from the store.
Ricky Roma: **** her.

[Ricky Roma gets a lead from Williamson with a familiar "deadbeat" name]
Ricky Roma: Patel? Ravadem Patel? How am I gonna make a livin' on these deadbeats? Where did you get this one from the morgue?
Williamson: Look I'm...
Ricky Roma: Oh come on, what's the point? What's the ****ing point in any case I gotta argue with you, I gotta knock heads with the cops, I'm busting my balls sell your dirt to deadbeats. [waves the lead]
Ricky Roma: Money in the mattress.

Williamson: [handing Roma lead cards] I'm giving you three leads...
Ricky Roma: Three? I count two.
Williamson: There's three leads there.
Ricky Roma: "Patel"? **** you. ****ing Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, said "Sign the deal!" he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too. **** you, John! You know your business, I know mine. Your business is being an asshole. I find out whose ****ing cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your a - **** You! I'm waiting for the new leads.

Dave Moss: You're such a hero, you're so rich, how come you're coming down here to waste your time with a bunch of bums?
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Dave Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch costs more than you car. I made $970,000 last year. How much you make? You see pal, that's who I am, and you're nothing. Nice guy, I don't give a shit. Good father, **** you. Go home and play with your kids. You wanna work here, close. You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you ****? You can't take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit?

Blake: You got leads. Mitch & Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going out.
Shelley Levene: The leads are weak.
Blake: "The leads are weak." The ****ing leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business fifteen years...
Dave Moss: What's your name?
Blake: **** you. That's my name.
Dave Moss: [laughs]
Blake: You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight; I drove an eighty thousand dollar BMW. That's my name.

Dave Moss: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this.
Blake: You certainly don't, pal, 'cause the good news is—you're fired.

George Aaronow: When I talk to the police I get nervous.
Ricky Roma: Yes. You know who doesn't?
George Aaronow: Who?
Ricky Roma: Thieves. Always tell the truth, George; it's the easiest thing to remember.

Williamson: The leads are coming!
Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me!
Williamson: I talked to Mitch and Murray an hour ago. They're coming in, you understand. They're a bit upset about this morning's...
Shelley Levene: Did you tell 'em about my sale?
Williamson: How could I tell them about your sale? I don't even have a teleph - I'll tell them about your sale when they bring in the leads, all right? Shelley, all right? You closed a deal. Fine. You made a good sale, fine.
Shelley Levene: It's better than a good sale. It's...
Williamson: Look, I have a lot on my mind right now. They're coming in, all right? They're very upset, I'm trying to make some sense...
Shelley Levene: I'm telling you - the one thing you can tell them is that it's a remarkable sale.
Williamson: The only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to.
Shelley Levene: What the **** does that mean?
Williamson: That if the sale sticks, it'll be a miracle.
Shelley Levene: What does that mean? Why would it not... Oh, **** you. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. A man IS his job and you are ****ed at yours.

[Williamson is going to the cops to turn in Shelley]
Williamson: Where have you been, Shelly? Bruce and Harriet Nyborg? Do you want to see the memos? They're nuts. When I was with Webb, they used to call in every week. Did you see how they were living? How could you delude yourself?
Shelley Levene: I've got their check.
Williamson: Well, frame it. It's worthless.
Shelley Levene: [stammers] Wha-wha--The check's no good?
Williamson: Stick around, I'll pull the memo for you, I'm kind of busy now.
Shelley Levene: The check's no good? They're nuts?
Williamson: Call the bank. I called them four months ago, when we first got the lead. They're insane, Shelly. They just like talking to salesmen.
[Williamson turns to go talk to the detectives]
Shelley Levene: Don't.
Williamson: [chuckles] Hehe... I'm sorry.
Shelley Levene: Why?
Williamson: Because I don't like you.
Shelley Levene: [in tears] My daughter.
Williamson: **** you.

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