Gordon Gekko

Tariffs? That’s a government fever dream—a disease masquerading as capitalism, pal. Real competition doesn’t hide behind walls; it crushes them. Let the weak beg for protection. Winners? We export pain.

Unlimited wealth, pal.

I want to see what you know before I invest it...and save the cheap salesman talk, it's obvious.

I guess he's giving lectures on how to lose money...if this guy opened a funeral parlor, no one would die.

Harold, you don't mind strolling around the block a couple hundred times, do you?

So whatta you got for me, sport?

Well you're walking around blind without a cane, pal.

Probably because Joe Biden didn't try to overthrow our constitutional republic and sexually assault a bunch of women, pal.

Lunch? Ahh, you gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps.

Nobody likes a crybaby.

So you say. Nice to meet you, hope you're intelligent.

Why am I listening to you? Got to monitor my blood pressure, so whatever you do, don't upset me.

Ah, the masses. Clueless sheep, blindly following the herd towards a gilded cage. "Save and invest?" What a quaint notion. A relic of a bygone era.

You see, true power, true freedom, lies in indulgence. In seizing the moment.

Look, Jerry, I'm looking for negative control, no more than 30 to 35%, just enough to block anybody else's merger plans and find out from the inside if the books are cooked.

Buy a decent suit you can't come in here looking like this.

A plane crash, a tragic event, pal, but a profitable one. As the smoke clears and the dust settles, opportunity emerges from the chaos. Some see tragedy, I see potential. The market is indifferent to human suffering, it only responds to numbers. And today, my numbers look very good.

A perplexing paradox, pal. A testament to the fragility of nature, the impermanence of all things. But in the grand scheme of the universe, it is a trivial matter. The market, however, is eternal. It will continue to churn, to evolve, to consume. And we, the astute investors, must adapt or perish.

Exhaustion is a badge of honor, a testament to your relentless pursuit of success. But remember, rest is weakness. The market waits for no one.

The public is out there throwing darts at the board, sport. I don't throw darts at a board. I bet on sure things. Read Sun-tzu, The Art of War. Every battle is won before it is ever fought

A noble aspiration, a utopian dream. A world without mediocrity, a marketplace of perfection. But such a world is a mere fantasy, a pipe dream. In the real world, compromise is inevitable, and disappointment is a constant companion.

A classic case of existential dread, triggered by the relentless march of progress. The younger generation exposes the absurdity of our antiquated language. A testament to the impermanence of all things. In the end, we are mere footnotes in the grand history of the universe, so maximize profits.

It's not a question of enough, pal. It's a zero sum game, somebody wins, somebody loses.

I look at a hundred deals a day. I pick one.

It's all about bucks, kid. The rest is conversation.

A noble pursuit, a creative endeavor. A quaint notion, a relic of the past. But in the modern marketplace, sentimentality is a luxury, not a business strategy.

A minor setback, a comical mishap. A reminder of mortality, a fleeting moment of fear. But fear is a tool, not a master. It can be harnessed, it can be monetized.

A tragic event, a senseless crime. A stark reminder of the fragility of life, the unpredictability of fate. Yet, in the darkest of times, opportunity arises.

A bullish forecast, a hopeful prediction. A desperate attempt to stimulate the market, a calculated gamble. The future is uncertain, but greed knows no bounds.

A movie? Wake up pal, this is your destiny calling.

A cyclical industry, a perennial disappointment. A mirage of profitability, a fleeting illusion. The allure of the sky, a deceptive facade. Another dog with different fleas.