Patty Fenn: So what the hell kind of show are we going to do next week?
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Patty Fenn: So what the hell kind of show are we going to do next week?
Molly: You cry when we fuck, you pasty little bitch!
Lee Gates: Once again it all boils down to good old fashioned fraud
Lee Gates: It's hard to believe you're the calm one in the relationship.
Patty Fenn: So what the hell kind of show are we going to do next week?
Molly: You cry when we fuck, you pasty little bitch!
Lee Gates: Once again it all boils down to good old fashioned fraud
Lee Gates: It's hard to believe you're the calm one in the relationship.
Patty Fenn: Can you pick up the pace, please? It's like dealing with my grandmother. Come on, I'm not having a conversation with you through the goddamn door. Lee Gates: All right, I'll leave it open next time.
Kyle Budwell: Pick a box. Lee Gates: What do you mean? Kyle Budwell: I said "pick a box". Lee Gates: What happens if I pick the wrong box? Kyle Budwell: I said pick one! Lee Gates: I'm not picking a fucking box! Tech Dave: Did he say "fucking" on air? Patty Fenn: Are you fucking kidding me? Call fucking security!
NYPD Detective: What's your relationship to Kyle Budwell, ma'am? Molly: Why? Where is he? NYPD Detective: Where have you been all day? If you don't mind me asking. Molly: I work in a glass box underground for eight hours a day. So could you please just tell me what the hell is going on here, because you're really starting to freak me out. NYPD Detective: I'm gonna ask you again. What is your relationship to Kyle Budwell, ma'am? Molly: Why don't you take a wild guess.
Lee Gates: So let me ask you something, Kyle. What about your life is so much shittier than the rest of ours that you get to throw in the towel early? Hmm? I mean, I want to know. You got a decent job. You got two hands and two feet. You got a god damn kid on the way! So before you blow me to kingdom come, I want you to answer one question. What makes you such a giant fucking failure compared to everybody else? Kyle Budwell: You really gonna stand there in your $1,000 suit and compare scores with me? Huh? My honest job pays me $14 an hour, you cocksucker. So let's start there. You know how far $14 an hour gets you here in New York? Huh? You know how much of that is left after I pay my rent and all my fucking bills? I keep paddling as hard as I can just to stay above water. It takes everything I got! And that's before the kid gets here. How the hell am I supposed to support him, huh? How am I gonna take care of him? Lee Gates: Well, you'll take great care of him. He gets to grow up being the kid whose old man blew himself up on live TV.
Diane Lester: What happened? Patty Fenn: He just shot out your monitor on the stage because you're giving him the same corporate bullshit! Diane Lester: I-I-I'm not. I-I... you have to understand how delicate of a situation this is. Patty Fenn: I'm sitting eighty feet from a bomb! Don't talk to me about delicate situations! You have got to wake up and do the math here, because it is not adding up to me, either. Diane Lester: What do you mean? Patty Fenn: I mean you better ask some real questions and get some real answers, and hurry the fuck up!
Ron Sprecher: I had a meeting with Tony Biscano at Licem Pharmaceutical. Patty Fenn: Lee, I'll be in your ear. Ron Sprecher: He gave me this. Lee Gates: What is it? Ron Sprecher: It's erectile cream. Lee Gates: Tony Biscano of Licem gave you erectile cream? Ron Sprecher: Yeah. Lee Gates: I guess I wasn't aware of the exact nature of your relationship. Ron Sprecher: Well, they've been testing this thing for over a year, and the approval from the FDA finally came in last night. They're sending out a press release... Lee Gates: And it works? Ron Sprecher: Uh... apparently, yeah. Pretty damn well. Lee Gates: Have you tried it? Ron Sprecher: I just got it, like, thirty minutes ago. Lee Gates: Well, what the hell are you waiting for? Ron Sprecher: You want me to... Lee Gates: Well, we're on in five minutes, aren't we? Put it on!
Captain Powell: I want the PA system available in case we need to speak to him again. Patty Fenn: Oh, right, because it worked so well the first time.
Captain Powell: Can we get everybody out of here? Young lady, please, exit the building. Walt Camby: Wait a second, why does she get to leave? Diane Lester: This might be able to help with your investigation... Walt Camby: This is all her fault. Go ahead, Diane, walk away. You're the only reason we're stuck here with this psycho. Diane Lester: You wanted transparency, Walt? Well, here's your chance.
Diane Lester: Marta, when is he landing? Marta (Secretary): I don't even know which plane he's on, so I have no way of tracking him. He took the G-V to Geneva on Tuesday, but then he sent that to Hong Kong to pick up Harvey Bergan. Last location I have for the Learjet was, uh, Sao Paulo on Monday. Diane Lester: Monday? That's four days ago. Marta (Secretary): You know how he is with his planes. When he's in the air, he's off the grid. Diane Lester: Are you telling me that until he lands, whenever the hell that may be, that he's... Avery Goodloe CFO: He's completely unreachable. Which make this one big clusterfuck.
Patty Fenn: I need a satellite van and an audio package downstairs in two minutes. Tech Director Jim: Lenny, where are you? Patty Fenn: Jim, where's my feed with Lenny? I need it right now. Tech Director Jim: Come on, Lenny. Lee Gates: Patty tells us to stay, we stay. Tech Director Jim: Okay, Lenny! He's up. He's live. Lee Gates: Yeah, Patty. It's always Patty. You know, my first day on the job, she told me I had a penis where my brain should be. She's right. She's always right. She stayed here longer than she should have, I know that. But the truth is I don't know what I'd do without her at this point. But if she was standing right here, right now, I couldn't admit that. But luckily it's just you in front of me, Lenny. You and your... your warm eyes and your gentle soul. Lenny (The Cameraman): All right, get the fuck out of here.
Arlene: Oh, my god! Ron! This stuff really works! What's the stock trading at? Ron Sprecher: $4.25. Ron Sprecher: Oh, Christ! Ron Sprecher: Shit, shit, shit. Shit. My phone. Arlene: No, it's okay. I need a break, anyway.
Diane Lester: Patty, Diane Lester. Patty Fenn: You better have something for me, Diane, and I mean right the fuck now. Diane Lester: It's good to hear your voice, too.
Patty Fenn: When am I getting the revisions for the opening? Lee Gates: Ah, we're making some changes on it. Anybody seen Ron? Patty Fenn: Might I get those before the show or after the show? Lee Gates: You know the drill. You just point the camera in my direction, and we'll figure it out together. Patty Fenn: It always sounds so simple and yet so moronic.
Lee Gates: Okay, here we go. Are you listening? Are you paying attention out there? Good. Because it's about to get complicated, so I'm gonna start out slow and make it nice and simple for you. You don't have a *clue* where your money is. See, once upon a time, you could walk into your bank, and they'd open a vault and point to a gold brick. Not anymore. Your money - that thing that you bust your ass for - it's nothing more than a few photons of energy traveling through a massive network of fiber optic cables. Lee Gates: Why'd we do it? We did it to make it go faster. Because your money better be fast - faster than the other guy's. But if you want faster markets with faster trades, faster profits, faster everything, sometimes you're gonna blow a tire. And that is exactly what happened yesterday at 1: 07 p.m., Eastern Standard Time.
Kyle Budwell: Don't move. Lee Gates: What the hell? Is this a union thing?
Lee Gates: Why the hell would Walt cancel? He called me from Geneva yesterday. Patty Fenn: I don't know. He's on a plane. Lee Gates: And how are we just finding out about it now? Patty Fenn: That is a great question, and you can ask him the next time you talk to him.
