Glengarry Glen Ross1992

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?