Glengarry Glen Ross

Glengarry Glen Ross quotes

49 total quotes (ID: 754)

Blake
Dave Moss
John Williamson
Ricky Roma
Shelley Levene


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.


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

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

Who's my pal, Ricky? And what are you? What, what are you, Bishop Sheen? What are you, friend of the working man? Big deal! **** YOU.

Whoa, whoa, whoa...Patel?!?! Ravadahm Patel?!?! Where'd you get this from, a morgue? Aww, come, what's the point? What's the ****in' point in any case!? I gotta argue with you? I gotta knock heads with the cops? I come back, you can't even keep the contracts safe. **** this shit!

Will you go to lunch? Go to lunch. Will you go to lunch?

Williamson! Williamson! Put me on the board! Put me on the Cadillac board!

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

You are a shithead, Williamson...If you can't think on your feet, you oughta keep your mouth shut.

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

You ever take a dump, made you feel like you just slept for twelve hours?

You filed it, that puts me over the top; you owe me a car. I don't wanna hear any shit, John, and I don't give a shit. Lingk puts me over the top. You filed it, it went downtown, now you owe me the car. You see, because this is how we keep score, bubie.

You got the memory of a ****ing fly.

You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is. You ****ing child.

You stupid ****ing ****. 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, asshole? You're ****ing shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid ****ing ****, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men?