Glengarry Glen Ross

Blake:
These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. To you, these are gold; you do not get these. Because to give them to you would be throwing them away.

Ricky Roma:
How was her crumbcake? Homemade?

Shelley Levene:
Hmm? Oh... store bought.

Ricky Roma:
F*** her.

Blake:
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?

Blake:
Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired.

Blake:
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 f***in' faggots?

Shelley Levene:
What the hell are you? You're a f***in' secretary. F*** you. That's my message to ya: f*** you and you can kiss my ass and if you don't like it baby I'm going across the street to Jerry Graff, period, f*** you.

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

Ricky Roma:
They say that it was so hot in the city today, grown men were walking up to cops on street corners begging them to shoot.

Williamson:
Will you go to lunch? Go to lunch. WILL you GO to LUNCH?

Dave Moss:
Who are you? What's your name?

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 sh*t. Good father, f*** you. Go home and play with your kids. You wanna work here, close. You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? 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 sh*t, *you are* sh*t, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going *out*.

Shelley Levene:
The leads are weak.

Blake:
"The leads are weak." The f***ing leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business fifteen years...

Dave Moss:
What's your name?

Blake:
F*** you. That's my name.

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.

Dave Moss:
That guy's a f***in' a**hole. Anybody who talks to that a**hole is a f***in' a**hole.

Dave Moss:
F*** the machine? F*** the machine? F*** THE MACHINE!

Blake:
PUT THAT COFFEE DOWN. Coffee is for closers.

Ricky Roma:
You filed it, that puts me over the f***in' top, I want my Cadillac. I don't wanna hear no f***in' sh*t and I don't give a sh*t. Lingk puts me over the top. You filed it, it went downtown, now you owe me the car.

Ricky Roma:
All train compartments smell vaguely of sh*t. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheated on your wife? You did it, live with it. You f*** little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, then be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?

Dave Moss:
Oh f*** you. F*** the lot of you. F*** you all.

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 yo 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 F*** 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, f*** 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 f***ed at yours.

Ricky Roma:
WHAT YOU'RE HIRED FOR, is to help us... does that seem clear to you? TO HELP US, not to... F***-US-UP... to help those who are going out there to try to earn a living... You fairy. You company man.

Dave Moss:
You got the memory of a f***ing fly.

Blake:
And to answer you 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 f***ing ass because a loser is a loser.

Ricky Roma:
You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.

Blake:
You call yourself a salesman, you son of a b*tch?

Dave Moss:
Yes, well that's very cute, but you're running this office like a bunch of bullshit.

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.

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 f***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.

Ricky Roma:
Money in the mattress.

Blake:
You want to know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.

Ricky Roma:
You stupid f***ing c*nt. Hey, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, a**hole? You're f***ing sh*t. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid f***ing c*nt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men?

Williamson:
You've got a big mouth... now I'm gonna show you an even bigger one.

Shelley Levene:
Williamson! Williamson! Put me on the board! Put me on the Cadillac board!

Blake:
Let me have your attention for a moment! 'Cause you're talking about what? You're talking about...[puts out his cigarette]...bitching about that sale you shot, some son of a b*tch don't wanna buy land, somebody don't want what you're selling, some broad you're trying to screw, so forth. Let's talk about something important. [to John Williamson] Are they all here?

John:
All but one.

Blake:
Well, I'm going anyway. Let's talk about something important. [to Shelley] Put that coffee down! Coffee is for closers only. [Shelley scoffs] You think I'm f***ing with you? I am not f***ing with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Levene?

Shelley:
Yeah.

Blake:
You call yourself a salesman, you son of a b*tch?

Dave:
I don't gotta listen to this sh*t. [stands up to leave]

Blake:
You certainly don't, pal, 'cause the good news is you're fired. The bad news is you've got -- all you've got -- just one week to regain your jobs, starting with tonight. Starting with tonight's sit. [sardonically] Oh, have I got your attention now? [Dave Moss sits back down] Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know, first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anybody wanna see second prize? Second prize's a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. [Dave, George, and Shelley glance uncomfortably at each other] Do you get the picture? Are you laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them! You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close sh*t, you are sh*t, hit the bricks, pal, and beat it 'cause you are going out!

Shelley:
The leads are weak.

Blake:
The leads are weak. F***in' leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business 15 years.

Dave:
What's your name?

Blake:
F***! YOU! That's my name! You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an $80,000 BMW. That's my name! [to Shelley] And your name is "you're wanting". And you can't play in a man's game. You can't close them. [at a near whisper] Then go home and tell your wife your troubles. [to everyone again] Because only one thing counts in this life! Get them to sign on the line which is dotted! You hear me, you f***in' faggots? [Blake flips over a blackboard which has two sets of letters on it: ABC, and AIDA.] A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always be closing. Always be closing! A-I-D-A. Attention, Interest, Decision, Action. Attention -- do I have your attention? Interest -- are you interested? I know you are, 'cause it's f*** or walk. You close, or you hit the bricks! Decision -- have you made your decision for Christ?! And action. A-I-D-A. Get out there! You got the prospects coming in; you think they came in to get outta the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there waiting to give you their money! Are you gonna take it? Are you man enough to take it? [Shelley glares.]

Dave:
Incredible.

Blake:
[to Moss] What's the problem, pal? You, Moss. [Blake sits down.]

Dave:
You're such a hero, you’re so rich. How come you’re comin’ down here an’ waste your time with such a bunch of bums?

Blake:
[smiles condescendingly.] You see this watch? [Blake takes off his gold watch.] You see this watch?

Dave:
Yeah.

Blake:
That watch cost more than your 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 sh*t. Good father? F*** you! Go home and play with your kids. [to everyone] You wanna work here? Close! [to George Aaronow] You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit?! You don't like it, leave. I can go out there tonight, the materials you got, make myself $15,000! Tonight! In two hours! Can you? Can you? Go and do likewise! A-I-D-A! Get mad, you son of a b*tches! Get mad! You know what it takes to sell real estate? [He pulls something out of his brief case. He is holding two brass balls on string] It takes brass balls to sell real estate. [He puts them away after a pause.] Go and do likewise, gents. The money's out there. You pick it up, it's yours. You don't, I got no sympathy for you. You wanna go out on those sits tonight and close, close, it's yours. Not, you're gonna be shining my shoes. And you know what you'll be saying, bunch of losers, sitting around in a bar. [in a mocking weak voice] "Oh yeah, I used to be a salesman, it's a tough racket." [He takes out large stack of red index cards tied together with string from his briefcase.] These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you, they're gold. And you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. [He hands the stack to John Williamson.] They're for closers. I'd wish you good luck, but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it. [to Moss as he puts on his watch again] And to answer your question, pal, why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to, they asked for a favor. I said, the real favor, follow my advice and fire your f***in' ass because a loser is a loser.

Ricky:
[to James Lingk]: I'm going to tell you something. Your life is your own. You have a contract with your wife? You have certain things you do jointly? Bond there. And there are other things, and those things are yours. And you needn't feel ashamed, you needn't feel that you're being untrue. Or that she would abandon you if she knew. This is your life.

...

Ricky:
All train compartments smell vaguely of sh*t. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worse thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die, you're gonna regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm gonna tell you somethin': we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. F*** little girls? So be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. You think that? Act that way. A hell exists on Earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. Did you ever take a dump - made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?

James Lingk:
That I -

Ricky:
Yes? [James Lingk laughs.]

James Lingk:
I don't know.

Roma:
Or piss? Great meals fade in reflection. Everything else gains. You know why? 'Cause it's only food. This sh*t we put on us keeps us going. It's only food. The great fucks you may have had, what do you remember about 'em?

James Lingk:
What do I remember?

Ricky:
Yeah. I don't know. I'm sayin' what it is. It's-It's probably not the orgasm. Some broad's forearm on your neck, something her eyes did, there was this sound she made. Or it's me in the uh-I'm tellin' you, I'm in bed, the next day, she brought me café au lait, gives me a cigarette. My balls feel like concrete. Hey. [James Lingk laughs.] What I'm saying what is our life? Our life is lookin' forward, or it's lookin' back. That's it. That's our life. Where's the moment? And what is it we're so afraid of?

James Lingk:
Loss.

Ricky:
What else? The bank closes. You get sick. My wife died on a plane. The stock market collapsed. What if these things happen? None of 'em. We worry anyway. Why?

...

Ricky:
Stocks, bonds, objects of art, real estate. What are they? An opportunity. To what? To make money? Perhaps. To lose money? Perhaps. To 'indulge' and to 'learn' about ourselves? Perhaps. So f***ing what? What isn't? They're an opportunity. That's all they are. They're an event. A guy comes to you, you make a call, you send in a card. 'I have these properties I would like for you to see.' What does it mean? What do you want it to mean. Do you see what I'm saying? Things happen to you. [pause] Glad I met you. I'm glad I met you, James. I want to show you something. It may mean something to you, it may not. I don't know. I don't know anymore. [He takes out a small brochure and puts it on the table] What is that? Florida. Glengarry Highlands. Florida. Bullshit. And maybe that's true, and that's what I said. But look at this. [He opens up the brochure, with the words: 'Make Your Dreams Come True'].

George:
When I talk to the police, I get nervous.

Ricky:
Yes. You know who doesn't?

George:
Who?

Ricky:
Thieves. Always tell the truth, George; it's the easiest thing to remember.

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.

Dave:
You're f***ed, Rick. Are you f***ing nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place. You wanna--

Shelley:
Now, wait a minute, Dave.

Dave:
SHUT UP!

Shelley:
Okay …

Dave:
You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the f***ing office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of … I get the sh*t thrown in my face by you, you genuine sh*t, because you're top name on the board?

Ricky:
Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, I'm sorry.

Dave:
Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's f***in' peach fuzz.

Ricky:
And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?

Dave:
Oh, f*** …

Ricky:
[cutting him off] F*** you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week – how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! Your pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how f***ed-up you are!

Dave:
Who's my pal, Ricky? Hm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the f*** are you, Mr. Slick? Who – what the f*** are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! F*** YOU! You got the memory of a f***in' fly! I never liked you, anyway.

Ricky:
What is this, your farewell speech?

Dave:
I'm going home.

Ricky:
Your farewell to the troops?

Dave:
I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.

Ricky:
Have a good trip.

Dave:
AW, F*** YOU! F*** THE LOT OF YOU! F*** YOU ALL! [exits]

Ricky:
[to Shelley] You were saying?

Shelley:
Huh?

Ricky:
[to John Williamson] You stupid f***in' c*nt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. $6,000 and one Cadillac. That's right! What're you gonna do about it? What are you gonna do about it, a**hole? You're f***in' sh*t. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid f***in' c*nt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men?

Detective:
Could I, uh-

Ricky:
Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead. I'm goin' downtown, I'm gonna talk to Mitch and Murray. I'm goin' to Limpkin. I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're suckin' on, you're goin' out. I swear to you, you're goin'-

Detective:
C'mon, let's get this done.

Ricky:
Anyone in this office lives on his wits. [to the detective] I'm gonna be with you in a second. [to John Williamson] What you're hired for is to help us. Does that seem clear to you? To help us, not to f*** us up. To help men who are goin' out there to try to earn a living, you fairy, you company man.

John:
You said, "Don't make something up unless it's sure to help"....how do you know I made it up?

Shelley:
Wha…what are you talking about?

John:
I told the customer his contract went to the bank.

Shelley:
[picks teeth] Well, hadn't it?

John:
No, it hadn't.

Shelley:
Don't f*** with me … don't f*** with me! What are you saying?

John:
Well, I'm saying this, Shell; usually I take the contracts to the bank. Last night I didn't. Last night I stayed home with my kids. One night in a year I left the contracts sitting on my desk, no one knew that but you. How did you know that? Do you wanna tell me, or do you want to talk to someone else? Because this is my job. This is my job on the line, and you are gonna talk to me. Now how did you know that contract was on my desk?

Shelley:
You are so full of sh*t.

John Williamson:
You robbed the office.

Shelley:
Oh sure, I robbed the office! Sure!!

John Williamson:
What did you do with the leads? You wanna go in there? I go in there and tell him what I know, he's gonna dig up something. You got an alibi last night? You better have one....what did you do with the leads?...If you tell me what you did with the leads, we can talk....If you tell me where the leads are, I won't turn you in. If you don't, I'm going to tell the cop you stole them. Mitch & Murray will see that you go to jail. Believe me, they will. Now what did you do with the leads? I'm walking in that door, you have five seconds to tell me, or you're going to jail. I don't care, you understand?! Where are the leads?

Shelley:
[desperate] Don't.

John:
[smiles] He he … I'm sorry.

Shelley:
Why?

John:
Because I don't like you.

Shelley:
[in tears] My daughter.

John:
F*** you.

Richard "Ricky" Roma:
I subscribe to the law of contrary public opinion: if everyone thinks one thing, then I say, bet the other way.

Richard "Ricky" Roma:
I've been on a hot streak. So what? The things I could learn for you.

Shelley Levene:
That's defeatist! F*** it!

Shelley Levene:
You are a sh*t-head, Williamson. Can't think on your feet, you ought to keep your mouth closed.