Jordan Belfort: She designs women's panties too? Oh, my God!
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Jordan Belfort: I fucked her brains out... for eleven seconds.
Donnie Azoff: I'll tell you what: I'm never eating at Benihana again. I don't care whose birthday it is.
Jordan Belfort: She designs women's panties too? Oh, my God!
Nicholas the Butler: Oh, hey! Is it Wednesday already?
Jordan Belfort: The book, motherfucker, the book!
Donnie Azoff: Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you! Fuck you!
Jordan Belfort: Even though I own 85% of Steve Cocksucking Motherfucking Madden Shoes, the shares were in his fucking name!
Aunt Emma: Risk is what keeps us young, isn't it, darling?
Donnie Azoff: Whoa! Did you just try to kiss me, bro?
Jordan Belfort: The nice thing about being rescued by Italians is that they feed you, make you drink red wine, then you get to dance.
Donnie Azoff: I don't wanna die, Jordan! I've done a lot of bad shit, I'm going to hell!
Mark Hanna: We don't start dialing at 9: 30, because our clients are already answering the phone! 3... 2... 1, let's fuck!
Jordan Belfort: This is the greatest company in the world!
Jordan Belfort: I felt horrible. Three days later, I filed for a divorce and moved Naomi into the apartment.
Jordan Belfort: 25 grand to the first cocksucker to nail the bulls-eye!
Jordan Belfort: So I was sellin' them shit, but the way I looked at it, the money was better off in my pocket.
Jordan Belfort: You know, every time someone rises up in this world, there's always gonna be some asshole trying to drag 'em down.
Jordan Belfort: It turned out the British weren't too different from the Swiss. Money talks and bullshit takes the bus.
Mark Hanna: We don't give two shits about how technology works, 'cause all we care about is getting fucking RICH!
Manny Riskin: Listen to me, if you piss up the SEC's leg, you end up with your tits in a wringer.
Bo Dietl: He's a Boy Scout! He thinks you're fuckin' Gordon Gekko.
Jordan Belfort: How do you say rathole in British?
Chester Ming: Can I have that Danish? I have a low blood sugar thyroid thing...
Jordan Belfort: Sell me this pen!
Jordan Belfort: I fucked her brains out... for eleven seconds.
Jordan Belfort: Fun coupons!
Donnie Azoff: I'll tell you what: I'm never eating at Benihana again. I don't care whose birthday it is.
Nicholas the Butler: Oh, hey! Is it Wednesday already?
Jordan Belfort: She designs women's panties too? Oh, my God!
Jordan Belfort: The book, motherfucker, the book!
Donnie Azoff: Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you! Fuck you!
Nicholas the Butler: Oh, hey! Is it Wednesday already?
Jordan Belfort: The book, motherfucker, the book!
Donnie Azoff: Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you! Fuck you!
Jordan Belfort: Even though I own 85% of Steve Cocksucking Motherfucking Madden Shoes, the shares were in his fucking name!
Jordan Belfort: Brad, show them how it's done. Sell me that pen. Watch. Go on. Brad: You want me to sell you this fucking pen? Jordan Belfort: That's my boy right there. Can fucking sell anything. Brad: Why don't you do me a favor. Write your name down on that napkin for me. Jordan Belfort: I don't have a pen. Brad: Exactly. Supply and demand, my friend.
Jordan Belfort: On a daily basis I consume enough drugs to sedate Manhattan, Long Island, and Queens for a month. I take Quaaludes 10-15 times a day for my "back pain", Adderall to stay focused, Xanax to take the edge off, pot to mellow me out, cocaine to wake me back up again, and morphine... Well, because it's awesome. But of all the drugs under God's blue heaven, here is one that is my absolute favorite. See, enough of this shit will make you invincible - able to conquer the world. And eviscerate your enemies. Jordan Belfort: And I'm not talking about this... I'm talking about this.
Mark Hanna: You gotta stay relaxed. Do you jerk off? Jordan Belfort: What? Do I jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, I jerk off. Yeah. Mark Hanna: How many times a week? Jordan Belfort: Like, um, three or four. Three or four times, maybe five. Mark Hanna: Gotta pump those numbers up. Those are rookie numbers in this racket. I myself, I jerk off at least twice a day. Jordan Belfort: Wow. Mark Hanna: Once in the morning, right after I work out. And then once right after lunch. Jordan Belfort: Really? Mark Hanna: I want to. That's not why I do it. I do it cause I fuckin' need to.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck. Donnie. Donnie, this isn't... this isn't funny, you gotta untie me, buddy. Donnie Azoff: I can't untie you! The captain tied you up, he almost fuckin' tasered you! Jordan Belfort: Why? Donnie Azoff: Why? You were, like, screaming at people. You were on the floor rollin' around and shit. Jordan Belfort: Oh, Jesus. Donnie Azoff: You called the captain the n-word. Jordan Belfort: I called the captain the n-word? Donnie Azoff: Yeah, he was very upset. Jordan Belfort: Really? Donnie Azoff: Luckily we're in first class. Jesus Christ. I think you have a fuckin' drug problem.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, I'm good with water for now. Mark Hanna: It's his first day on Wall Street. Give him time.
Jordan Belfort: Oh my God! You had to deal with the Golf Course people too! What a greek tragedy! Honey oh my God!, you probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden, and actually had to do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day? Huh? Cause I can't keep track of your professions honey! Last month you were a wine connoisseur, and now you're an aspiring landscape architect, Isn't that right? Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you! Jordan Belfort: Don't you dare throw that fucking water on me! Don't you fucking dare!
Jordan Belfort: What I'm asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over? Jean Jacques Saurel: I understand perfectly, you American shit. Jean Jacques Saurel: Ça depend. Jordan Belfort: Ça depend on what exactly? Jean Jacques Saurel: Whether America plans to invade Switzerland in the upcoming months.
Jordan Belfort: You want a beer, pal? Donnie Azoff: What are you drinkin'? Jordan Belfort: I got this non-alcoholic shit... Donnie Azoff: What's that? Jordan Belfort: It's like a non-alcoholic beer. It's got no... no alcohol. Donnie Azoff: It's a beer? Jordan Belfort: Yeah, with no alcohol. Donnie Azoff: But, you drink enough and... you drink a lot and it'll get you fucked up? Jordan Belfort: No, there's no alcohol. That's the fuckin' point. Donnie Azoff: I'm not a scientist; I don't know what the fuck you're talking about. I can get you beer if you want fuckin' beer. Jordan Belfort: I know, but I don't drink, remember? I don't drink anymore. Donnie Azoff: What, you wanna go inside and blow some lines of baking powder, baking soda? Can't imagine ever not enjoying getting fucked up. I love it. Jordan Belfort: Yeah... Donnie Azoff: How's being sober? Jordan Belfort: It fuckin' sucks. Donnie Azoff: Boring, right? Jordan Belfort: So boring. I'm gonna kill myself.
Jordan Belfort: An I.P.O. is an initial public offering. It's the first time a stock is offered for sale to the general population. Now as the firm taking the company public, we set the initial sales price then sold those shares right back to our friends. Yet... Jordan Belfort: Look, I know you're not following what I'm saying anyway, right? That's... that's okay, that doesn't matter. The real question is this: was all this legal? Absolutely fucking not. But we were making more money than we knew what do with.
Donnie Azoff: How much money you make? Jordan Belfort: $70,000 last month. Donnie Azoff: Get the fuck outta here! Jordan Belfort: Well, technically, $72,000 last month. Donnie Azoff: You show me a pay stub for $72,000, I quit my job right now and work for you. Donnie Azoff: Hey Paulie, what's up? No, everything's fine. Hey, listen, I quit!
Jordan Belfort: This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on! Jordan Belfort: They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain't going nowhere!
Donnie Azoff: I got a couple of mil' comin' in like a week. And when it gets in, I'll give you a call and you come pick it up. Brad: You'll give me a call? Donnie Azoff: When it gets here, I'll give you a call and you'll come pick it up. Chantalle: Well, we don't work for you, man! Donnie Azoff: Sweetheart, you have my money taped to your tits. Technically, you do work for me.
Naomi Lapaglia: Wake up, you piece of shit! Who's Venice? Jordan Belfort: Who? Naomi Lapaglia: Huh? Jordan Belfort: Who? Who? Naomi Lapaglia: Who? What are you, a fucking owl? Who is she? Some little hooker you were fucking last night? Jordan Belfort: What the fuck are you talking about? No. No way, baby, no! Naomi Lapaglia: You were calling her name in your sleep! Jordan Belfort: Are you out of your fucking mind? I don't even know who Venice is. What the fuck does that even mean? Venice. That's the stupidest shit I've ever heard in my fucking life! Jordan Belfort: That's right. That's right, I forgot. Donnie and I were investing in a condominium complex in Venice. That's why all this confusion. Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, you're investing in Italy? Jordan Belfort: Not Italy. California, baby! Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, California? You're a lying piece of shit! Jordan Belfort: Duchess, baby, come on! Naomi Lapaglia: Don't you fucking Duchess me! Don't you Duchess me! Do you really think that I don't know what you're up to? You're a father now, Jordan. Jordan Belfort: Yeah! I know. Naomi Lapaglia: You're a father now. And you're still acting like an infant! Jordan Belfort: FUCK! GODDAMN IT! Baby, you know you got real anger issues. Naomi Lapaglia: Who is the one who flew in here at 3: 00 in the morning on their stupid helicopter and woke up Skylar? That was you! Doesn't even matter to you! Does it even matter to you that I just had that driving range sodded with Bermuda grass, Jordan, and now you fucking wrecked it! Jordan Belfort: Oh, Bermuda grass. Naomi Lapaglia: No, you didn't research the whole thing and deal with the fucking golf course people! Jordan Belfort: Oh my God! You had to deal with the gold course people, too! What a Greek tragedy honey! Oh my God! You probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden! And actually do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day, huh? Because I can't keep track of your professions, honey. Last month you were a wine connoisseur, now you're an aspiring landscape architect. Let me get that right. Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you! Jordan Belfort: Don't fucking dare throw that fucking water at me. Don't you fucking dare.
Naomi Lapaglia: I want a divorce. Jordan Belfort: What do you mean you want a divorce? What is that supposed to mean, you want a divorce? Naomi Lapaglia: Get off me! I want a divorce. Get off. Jordan Belfort: You just made love to me. What the fuck is wrong with you? Naomi Lapaglia: I don't love you anymore, Jordan! Jordan Belfort: Oh, you don't love me? You don't love me anymore, huh? Well isn't that just fucking convenient for you! Now that I'm under federal indictment with an electronic bracelet around my ankle, now you decide you don't fucking love me anymore. Is that right? Naomi Lapaglia: No, no. Jordan Belfort: What kind of person are you? Tell me. Naomi Lapaglia: You married me! Jordan Belfort: What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Naomi Lapaglia: Jordan, this is how it's gonna go. I'm gonna take custody of the kids. If you agree to the divorce right now, I will allow visitation. Okay? Don't try to fight it. Jordan Belfort: Oh my God. Naomi Lapaglia: It will save us both a lot of money and I got a feeling you're gonna need it. Jordan Belfort: You're not taking my kids, sweetheart. You hear me? Naomi Lapaglia: I've already talked to the lawyer. He said even if you don't get convicted I've got a good chance of getting them. Jordan Belfort: I got news for you. You're not fucking taking my children you vicious fucking cunt, you! Jordan Belfort: Fuck you! You fucking bitch! You're not fucking taking my goddamn fucking kids! You hear me? Fuck you! You're not fucking taking my fucking kids! Fucking whore. Naomi Lapaglia: Look at yourself, Jordan. You're sick! You're a sick man! Jordan Belfort: Fuck you! I told you, you're not taking my fucking kids. Naomi Lapaglia: You think I would let my kids near you? Look at yourself! You know what my lawyer said? My lawyer said that you're going to prison for 20 years, Jordan! Twenty fucking years! You're never gonna see the kids again! No, I'm not fucking letting you near my kids! Jordan Belfort: You don't think I'm gonna see my fucking kids again, huh?
Max Belfort: Jordy, one of these days the chickens are gonna come home to roost. Jordan Belfort: You're lookin' at me like I'm crazy. Max Belfort: Crazy? This is obscene! Jordan Belfort: It was obscene, in the normal world. I mean, who the fuck wanted to live there?
Jordan Belfort: Hello, John. How are you doing today? You mailed in my company a postcard a few weeks back, requesting information on penny stocks that had huge upside potential with very little downside risk. Does that ring a bell? John: Yeah, I may have sent something. Jordan Belfort: Okay, great. The reason for the call today, John, is something just came across my desk, John. It is perhaps the best thing I've seen in the last six months. If you have 60 seconds, I'd like to share the idea with you. You got a minute? John: Actually, I'm really very... Jordan Belfort: The name of the company, Aerotyne International. It is a cutting edge high-tech firm out of the Midwest, awaiting imminent patent approval on the next generation of radar detectors that have both huge military and civilian applications. Now, right now, John, the stock trades over-the-counter at 10 cents a share. And by the way, John, our analysts indicate it could go a heck of a lot higher than that. Your profit on a mere $6,000 investment could be upwards of $60,000! John: Jesus! That's my mortgage, man. Jordan Belfort: Exactly. You could pay off your mortgage. John: This stock will pay off my house? Jordan Belfort: John, one thing I can promise you, even in this market, is that I never ask my clients to judge me on my winners. I ask them to judge me on my losers, because I have so few. And in the case of Aerotyne, based on every technical factor out there, John, we are looking at a grand slam home run. John: Okay, let's do it. I'll do four grand. Jordan Belfort: $4,000? That'd be 40,000 shares, John. Let me lock in that trade right now and get back to you with my secretary with an exact confirmation. Sound good, John? John: Yeah, sounds good. Jordan Belfort: Great. Hey, John. Thank you for your vote of confidence and welcome to the Investor's Center.
Jordan Belfort: I fucked her goddamn brains out... for eleven seconds.
