Glengarry Glen Ross (film)

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Glengarry Glen Ross is a 1992 film that is an examination of the machinations behind the scenes at a real estate sales office.

Directed by James Foley and written by David Mamet, based on his play.
A Story For Everyone Who Works For A Living. Taglines


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[edit] Ricky Roma

  • All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheated on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, then be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me. You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours? I'm going to tell you something. Your life is your own. You have a contract with your wife? You have certain things you do jointly? Bond there. And there are other things, and those things are yours. And you needn't feel ashamed, you needn't feel that you're being untrue. Or that she would abandon you if she knew. This is your life.
  • I subscribe to the law of contrary public opinion... If everyone thinks one thing, then I say, bet the other way.
  • You stupid fucking cunt. You, 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 fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead. I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're sucking on, you're going out. I swear to you, you're going out. WHAT YOU'RE HIRED FOR, is to help us... does that seem clear to you? TO HELP US, not to FUCK US UP... to help those who are going out there to try to earn a living... You fairy. You company man.

[edit] Dialogue

Blake: Let me have your attention for a moment! So you're talking about what? You're talking about...[puts out his cigarette] Bitching about that sale you shot, some son of a bitch that don't wanna to buy land, somebody that doesn't want what you're selling, some broad you're trying to screw and so forth. Let's talk about something important! [turns to Williamson] Are they all here?
John Williamson: All but one.
Blake: I'm going anyway. Let's talk about something important! [sees Levene grabbing a cup of coffee] Put...that coffee...down! Coffee's for closers only.
Levene: [chuckles softly]
Blake: You think I'm fucking with you? [shakes head] I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy! Your name's Levene? You call yourself a salesman you son of a bitch?
Dave Moss: I don't gotta sit here and listen to this shit.
Blake: You certainly don't pal, 'cause the good news is you're fired. The bad news is you've got... all of you've got just one week to regain your jobs, starting with tonight, starting with tonight's sit! Oh... Have I got your attention now? Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this month's sales contest. As you all know first prize is a Cadillac Eldorado. Anyone wanna see second prize? [hold up a box of knives] Second prize is a set of steak knives. Third prize is you're fired. Get the picture? You laughing now? You got leads. Mitch and Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can't close the leads you're given? You can't close shit? You ARE shit. Hit the bricks pal, and beat it 'cause you are going OUT.
Shelley Levene: The leads are weak!
Blake: "The leads are weak." The fucking leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business 15 years-
Dave Moss: What's your name?
Blake: Fuck YOU. That's my name.
Dave Moss: [laughs]
Blake: You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight; I drove an $80,000 BMW. That's my name. And your name is you're wanting. You can't play in the man's game, you can't close them - go home and tell your wife your troubles. Because only one thing counts in this life: Get them to sign on the line which is dotted. You hear me you fucking faggots? A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always...be...closing. ALWAYS BE CLOSING. A-I-D-A. Attention, Interest, Decision, Action. Attention - Do I have you attention? Interest - Are you interested? I know you are, because it's fuck or walk. You close or you hit the bricks. Decision - Have you made your decision, for Christ?! And Action. A-I-D-A. Get out there - you got the prospects coming in. You think they came in to get out of the rain? A guy don't walk on the lot lest he wants to buy. They're sitting out there waiting to give you their money. Are you gonna take it? Are you man enough to take it? What's the problem, pal?
Dave Moss: You're such a hero, you're so rich, how come you're coming down here wasting your time with such a bunch of bums?
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Dave Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch cost more than your car. I made $970,000 last year. How much'd you make? You see pal, that's who I am, and you're nothing. Nice guy? I don't give a shit. Good father? Fuck you! Go home and play with your kids. You wanna work here - close! You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this, how can you take the abuse you get on a sit? You don't like it, leave. I can go out there tonight with the materials you've got and make myself $15,000. Tonight! In two hours! Can you? Can YOU? Go and do likewise. A-I-D-A. Get mad you son of a bitches, get mad! You want to know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate. Go and do likewise gents. Money's out there. You pick it up, it's yours. You don't, I got no sympathy for you. You wanna go out on those sits tonight and close, CLOSE. It's yours. If not you're gonna be shining my shoes. And you know what you'll be saying - a bunch of losers sittin' around in a bar. "Oh yeah. I used to be a salesman. It's a tough racket." [holds up a stack of lead cards] These are the new leads. These are the Glengarry leads. And to you they're gold; and you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. They're for closers. I'd wish you good luck but you wouldn't know what to do with it if you got it. And to answer you question, pal, why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to. They asked me for a favor. I said the real favor would be to follow my advice and fire your fucking ass because a loser is a loser.
George Aaronow: When I talk to the police I get nervous.
Ricky Roma: Yes. You know who doesn't?
George Aaronow: Who?
Ricky Roma: Thieves. Always tell the truth, George; it's the easiest thing to remember.
John Williamson: [handing Roma lead cards] I'm giving you three leads...
Ricky Roma: Three? No, I count two.
John Williamson: There's three leads there.
Ricky Roma: "Patel"? Fuck you. Fucking Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, told him "Sign the deal!" he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too, into the bargain. Fuck you, John! You know your business, I know mine. Your business is being an asshole. I find out whose fucking cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your ass - fuck you! [throws the cards at Williamson] I'm waiting for the new leads.
Dave Moss: You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place.
Shelley Levene: Now wait a minute, Dave.
Dave Moss: Shut up!
Shelley Levene: Okay...
Dave Moss: You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the fucking office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of... I get the shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you're top name on the board?
Ricky Roma: Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, I'm sorry.
Dave Moss: Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's fuckin' peach fuzz.
Ricky Roma: And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?
Dave Moss: Oh, fuck...
Ricky Roma: [cutting him off] Fuck you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week - how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! You're pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how fucked-up you are!
Dave Moss: Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the fuck are you, Mr. Slick? Who - what the fuck are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! FUCK YOU! You got the memory of a fuckin' fly! I never liked you, anyway.
Ricky Roma: What is this, your farewell speech?
Dave Moss: I'm going home.
Ricky Roma: Your farewell to the troops?
Dave Moss: I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.
Ricky Roma: Have a good trip.
Dave Moss: Aw, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Fuck you all! [exits]
Ricky Roma: [to Shelley] You were saying?
Shelley Levene: Huh?
John Williamson: The leads are coming!
Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me!
John Williamson: I talked to Mitch and Murray an hour ago. They're coming in, you understand. They're a bit upset about this morning's...
Shelley Levene: Did you tell 'em about my sale?
John Williamson: How could I tell them about your sale? I don't even have a teleph - I'll tell them about your sale when they bring in the leads, all right? Shelley, all right? You closed a deal. Fine. You made a good sale, fine.
Shelley Levene: It's better than a good sale. It's...
John Williamson: Look, I have a lot on my mind right now. They're coming in, all right? They're very upset, I'm trying to make some sense...
Shelley Levene: I'm telling you - the one thing you can tell them is that it's a remarkable sale.
John Williamson: The only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to.
Shelley Levene: What the FUCK does that mean?
John Williamson: That if the sale sticks, it'll be a miracle.
Shelley Levene: What does that mean? Why would it not... Oh, fuck you. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. A man is his job and you are fucked at yours. Alright, I'm done with you.
John Williamson: How do you know I made it up?
Shelley Levene': Say what?
John Williamson: How do you know I made it up?
Shelley Levene: Wha... what are you talking about?
John Williamson: I told the customer his contract went to the bank.
Shelley Levene: It didn't?
John Williamson: No, it didn't.
Shelley Levene: Don't fuck with me... Don't fuck with me! What are you saying?
John Williamson: Well, I'm saying this Shell; usually I take the contracts to the bank. Last night I didn't. Last night I stayed home with my kids. One night in a year I left the contracts sitting on my desk, no one knew that but you. How did you know that? Do you wanna tell me or do you want to tell them?
Shelley Levene: [desperate] Don't.
John Williamson: [smiles] Hehe... I'm sorry.
Shelley Levene: Why?
John Williamson: Because I don't like you.
Shelley Levene: [in tears] My daughter.
John Williamson: Fuck you.

[edit] Taglines

  • A Story For Everyone Who Works For A Living.
  • Lie. Cheat. Steal. All In A Day's Work.

[edit] Cast

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