[getting lead cards from Williamson]

Ho, ho, ho! "Patel"? "Ravadem Patel"? Wh—how'm I gonna make a living on these dead-beats? Where'd you get this from, a morgue?

Look, I'm—

Oh come on. What's the point? What's the **** point in any case? I gotta argue with you. I gotta knock heads with the cops. I'm busting 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 go out and cl— [throws the cards at Williamson] **** this shit! I'm gonna go out and re-close last week's stuff.

No, no, no. The word from Murray is that, leave them alone. He needs a new sit. He'll go out himself.

Murray's gonna go out?

Yeah. He'll be the president of the company, just come in from out of town. All right?

Okay, okay, okay. Give me this shit. [takes the leads again]

I'm giving you three leads.

Three? No, I count two.

There's three leads there.

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