Glengarry Glen Ross1992

Ricky:
[Williamson hands Roma lead cards] Ho, ho, ho! "Patel"? "Ravadem Patel"? Wh—how'm I gonna make a living on these dead-beats? Where'd you get this from, the morgue?

John:
Look, I'm …

Ricky:
Oh c'mon, what's the point? What's the f***in' point in any case? I gotta argue with you? I gotta knock heads with the cops? I'm bustin' my balls selling your dirt to dead-beats! Money in the mattress! I come back, you can't even keep the contracts safe, I gotta cl— [throws the cards at Williamson] F*** this sh*t! I'm gonna go out and re-close last week's stuff.

John:
[picks up the lead cards] No, no, no, the word from Murray is to … leave them alone. He needs a new sit, he'll go out himself.

Ricky:
Murray's gonna go out?

John:
Yeah, he'll be the president of the company, just came in from out of town, alright? [holds the leads up]

Ricky:
[pause] Okay, okay, okay. Give me this sh*t.

John:
[hands the lead cards back] I'm giving you three leads …

Ricky:
Three? No, I count two.

John:
There's three leads there.

Ricky:
"Patel"? F*** you. F***ing Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, told him "Sign the deal!", he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too, into the bargain. F*** you, John! You know your business, I know mine. Your business is being an a**hole. I find out whose f***ing cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your ass – f*** you! [throws the cards at Williamson again] I'm waiting for the new leads.