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 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

  • They say that it was so hot in downtown today, grown men were walking up to cops on street corners begging them to shoot.
  • 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.
  • 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?
  • 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 men who are going out there to try to earn a living... You fairy. You company man.
  • You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is. You fucking child.
  • You stupid fucking cunt. 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 fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men?
  • Whoa, whoa, whoa...Patel?!?! Ravadahm Patel?!?! Where'd you get this from, a morgue? Aww, come, what's the point? What's the fuckin' point in any case!? I gotta argue with you? I gotta knock heads with the cops? I come back, you can't even keep the contracts safe. Fuck this shit!
  • 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 ever take a dump, made you feel like you just slept for twelve hours?
  • Fuck you Dave, you know you got a big mouth. You make a close, the whole place stinks of your farts for a week. The amount 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," ooh. Your pal closes and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. How fucked up you are!

[edit] Dave Moss

  • Strategy? Strategy?!?
  • That guy's a fuckin' asshole. Anybody who talks to that asshole is a fuckin' asshole.
  • Yes, well that's very cute, but you're running this office like a bunch of bullshit.
  • Fuck the machine? Fuck the machine? FUCK THE MACHINE!
  • Oh fuck you. Fuck the lot of you. Fuck you all!
  • You got the memory of a fucking fly.
  • 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! FUCK YOU.
  • You're such a hero, you're so rich, how come you're coming down here to waste your time with a bunch of bums?

[edit] Shelley Levene

  • What the hell are you? You're a fuckin' secretary. Fuck you. That's my message to ya: Fuck you and kiss my ass and if you don't like it, baby, I'm going across the street to Jerry Graff, period, fuck you.
  • Williamson! Williamson! Put me on the board! Put me on the Cadillac board!
  • That's fucked. That's fucked. You don't look at the fucking percentage. You look at the gross.
  • You are a shithead, Williamson...If you can't think on your feet, you oughta keep your mouth shut.
  • A man IS his job and you are fucked at yours.
  • Has this cocksucker ever been on a sit?

[edit] John Williamson

  • Will you go to lunch? Go to lunch. Will you go to lunch?
  • You've got a big mouth... now I'm gonna show you an even bigger one.
  • No, I don't think so, Shel.
  • No, I think I don't want your money. I think you fucked up my office. And I think you're going away.
  • They just like talking to salesmen.
  • Because I don't like you.

[edit] Blake

  • 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 fuckin' faggots?
  • A-B-C. A-Always, B-Be, C-Closing. Always be closing, always be closing.
  • And to answer your 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, follow my advice and fire your fucking ass because a loser is a loser.
  • You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?
  • Know what it takes to sell real estate? It takes BRASS BALLS to sell real estate.
  • 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.
  • You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? How are you gonna take the abuse you get on a sit? You don't like it? Leave.
  • Coffee is for Closers!

[edit] Dialogue

Blake: PUT. THAT COFFEE. DOWN. Coffee is for closers only. You think I'm fuckin' with you? I am not fuckin' with you.
[Looks at Shelly]
Blake: Your name Levene?
Shelley Levene: [slightly bewildered] Uh-huh.
[Blake quickly looks at the board, then looks back]
Blake: You call yourself a salesman, you son of a bitch?
Ricky Roma: Come on. You're eating her crumbcake.
Shelley Levene: Hmm? Oh, yeah, I'm eating her crumbcake.
Ricky Roma: How was it?
Shelley Levene: Uh, from the store.
Ricky Roma: Fuck her.
[Ricky Roma gets a lead from Williamson with a familiar "deadbeat" name]
Ricky Roma: Patel? Ravadem Patel? How am I gonna make a livin' on these deadbeats? Where did you get this one from the morgue?
Williamson: Look I'm...
Ricky Roma: Oh come on, what's the point? What's the fucking point in any case I gotta argue with you, I gotta knock heads with the cops, I'm busting my balls sell your dirt to deadbeats. [waves the lead]
Ricky Roma: Money in the mattress.
Williamson: [handing Roma lead cards] I'm giving you three leads...
Ricky Roma: Three? I count two.
Williamson: There's three leads there.
Ricky Roma: "Patel"? Fuck you. Fucking Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, said "Sign the deal!" he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too. 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 a - Fuck You! I'm waiting for the new leads.
Dave Moss: You're such a hero, you're so rich, how come you're coming down here to waste your time with a bunch of bums?
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Dave Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch costs more than you car. I made $970,000 last year. How much 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?
Blake: You got leads. Mitch & 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 fifteen 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 eighty thousand dollar BMW. That's my name.
Dave Moss: We don't gotta sit here and listen to this.
Blake: You certainly don't, pal, 'cause the good news is—you're fired.
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.
Williamson: The leads are coming!
Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me!
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?
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...
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.
Williamson: The only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to.
Shelley Levene: What the FUCK does that mean?
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.
[Williamson is going to the cops to turn in Shelley]
Williamson: Where have you been, Shelly? Bruce and Harriet Nyborg? Do you want to see the memos? They're nuts. When I was with Webb, they used to call in every week. Did you see how they were living? How could you delude yourself?
Shelley Levene: I've got their check.
Williamson: Well, frame it. It's worthless.
Shelley Levene: [stammers] Wha-wha--The check's no good?
Williamson: Stick around, I'll pull the memo for you, I'm kind of busy now.
Shelley Levene: The check's no good? They're nuts?
Williamson: Call the bank. I called them four months ago, when we first got the lead. They're insane, Shelly. They just like talking to salesmen.
[Williamson turns to go talk to the detectives]
Shelley Levene: Don't.
Williamson: [chuckles] Hehe... I'm sorry.
Shelley Levene: Why?
Williamson: Because I don't like you.
Shelley Levene: [in tears] My daughter.
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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