Glengarry Glen Ross 1992 quotes, page 2

57 quotes · 5 characters
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Characters
Blake Alec Baldwin · 19 quotes
Ricky Roma Al Pacino · 19 quotes
Dave Moss Ed Harris · 11 quotes

Most scenes together: Shelley Levene & Blake (5), Ricky Roma & Blake (4), John Williamson & Blake (4)

Glengarry Glen Ross quotes

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

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.

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

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.

These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads, and to you they're gold but you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you would be like throwing them away. They're for closers.

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 ****in' ****s?

Or, I'm tellin' ya, I'm in bed the next day, she brings me cafe au lait, gives me a cigarette. My balls feel like concrete.

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.

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.

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.