Glengarry Glen Ross1992

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.