The Wolf of Wall Street (2013 film)

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The Wolf of Wall Street is a 2013 film, based on the true story of Jordan Belfort, about his rise to a wealthy stockbroker living the high life and his fall involving drugs, sex and corruption.

Directed by Martin Scorsese. Written by Terence Winter, based on Jordan Belfort's memoir of the same name.

Jordan Belfort[edit]

  • [voiceover] I'm a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside, Queens. The year I turned 26, as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made $49 million, which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week.
  • You want to know what money sounds like? Go to a trading floor on Wall Street. "Fuck" this, "shit" that, "cunt", "cock", "asshole"; I couldn't believe how these guys talked to each other. I was hooked in seconds. It was like main-lining adrenaline.
  • The Quallude, or Lude, as it is commonly referred to, was first synthesized in 1951 by an Indian doctor -that's dots, not feathers- as a sedative, and was prescribed to stressed-out housewives with sleep disorders. But, pretty soon, somebody figured out that if you resisted the urge to sleep for just 15 minutes, you got a pretty kick-ass high from it. Didn't take long for people to start abusing Ludes of course, and in 1982, the U.S. Government "Schedule 1'd" them, along with the rest of the world. Which meant there was only a finite amount of these things left. No shit. You can't even buy them, anymore. You people are all shit out of luck.
  • An IPO is an initial public offering. It's a 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. The i- Look, I-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.
  • This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on! [quoting from Norma Rae] They're gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, 'cause I ain't going nowhere!
  • I clean up my act, I did rehab, I'm a TV personality, I'm sober for two years, and THIS happens. Rugrat goes and gets busted down in Miami, and guess who the fuck with? Saurel. I mean, what are the fucking odds? There had to be 10,000 Swiss bankers in Geneva, and Rugrat gets the one dumb enough to get himself arrested on U.S. soil. Even more fucked, was that he got busted for shit that had nothing to do with me. It had nothing to fucking do with me! Something about laundering drug money through off-shore boat racing and a guy named Rocky Aoki. You know, the founder of Benihana. Benihana? Beni-fucking-hana? BENI-FUCKING-HANA?! WHY?! WHY, WHY, GOD?! Why would You be so cruel as to choose a chain of fucking hibachi restaurants to take me down?!
  • The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.

Mark Hanna[edit]

  • We don't start dialing at 9:30, because our clients are already answering the phone! 3...2...1...LET'S FUCK!
  • [Seeing the results of Black Monday ] HOLY...FUCKING...SHIT.

Patrick Denham[edit]

  • Let me give you a little legal advice: Shut the fuck up!

Dialogue[edit]

Mark Hanna: Get us two Absolut martinis. You know how I like 'em, straight up. In 7 and 1/2 minutes, you will bring us two more, then two more every 5 minutes after that, until one of us passes the fuck out.
Hector: Excellent strategy, sir.
Jordan: [to the waiter] Oh, I'm good with water for now.
Mark Hanna: It's his first day on Wall Street. Give him time.

Mark Hanna: The name of the game; move the money from the client's pocket into your pocket.
Jordan: Right. But, if you can make your clients money at the same time it's advantageous to everyone, correct?
Mark Hanna: No. Number one rule of Wall Street: Nobody- Okay, if you're Warren Buffet or Jimmy Buffet - Nobody knows if the stock's going to go up, down, sideways, or in fucking circles, least of all stockbrokers. It's all a Fugazzi. You know what a Fugazzi is?
Jordan: It's, uh... "Fugazi", it's a fake...
Mark Hanna: Fugazi, Fugazzi. It's a wazzy, it's a woozy. It's [whistles] fairy dust. It doesn't exist. It's Neverlanded. It is no matter. It's not on the elemental chart. It's not fucking real. Stay with me. We don't create shit. We don't build anything. So if you've got a client who bought stock at 8 and it now sits at 16, and he's all fuckin' happy. He wants to cash in, liquidate, take his fuckin' money and run home. You don't let him do that, because that would make it real. No. What do you do? You get another brilliant idea. A special idea. Another "situation". Another stock, to reinvest his earnings and then some. And he will, every single time, because they're fucking addicted. And then you just keep doing this, again and again and again and again. Meanwhile, he thinks he's getting shit rich, which he is, on paper. But you and me, the brokers, we're taking home cold hard cash via commission, motherfucker!

Donnie: How much money you make?
Jordan: $70,000 last month.
Donnie: Get the fuck outta here!
Jordan: Well technically, $72,000 last month.
Donnie: You show me a pay stub for $72,000, I quit my job right now and work for you.
[later, on the phone]
Donnie: Hey Paulie, what's up? No, everything's fine. Hey listen, I quit!

Donnie: 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: 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: Sweetheart, you have my money taped to your tits. Technically, you do work for me.

Denham: You know, Jordan, I'll tell you something. Most of the Wall Street jackasses that I bust... They're to the manor born. Their fathers are douchebags, just like their fathers before them. But you, you, Jordan, you got this way all on your own.
Jordan: Did I?
Denham: Good for you, little man.
Jordan: Little man? [laughing] Me, the little man?
Denham: Let me tell you something else. Honestly, I'm not bullshitting here, this is one of the nicest boats that I've ever been on. I gotta tell you.
Jordan: I bet it is.
Denham: And you wanna know what I was just thinking too? The fucking hero I'm gonna be back at the office when the Bureau seizes this fucking boat. Because, I mean, fuckety fuck fuck, Jordan, look at this thing! It's beautiful! And you got the beautiful girls there. It's wonderful.
Jordan: [laughing] All right, get the fuck off my boat.
Denham: [Getting up to leave] I'm sure we'll be seeing each other real soon.
Jordan: I'm sure. Good luck on that subway ride home to your miserable ugly fuckin' wives. I'm gonna have Heidi lick some caviar off my balls in the meantime. Hey, you guys wanna take some lobsters for your ride home? [Picks up a pair of lobsters and throws them after the two agents] Fuckin' miserable pricks, I know you can't afford them! Fuckin' cheap fucks!

Jordan: You want a beer, pal?
Donnie: What are you drinkin'?
Jordan: I got this non-alcoholic shit...
Donnie: What's that?
Jordan: It's like a non-alcoholic beer. It's got no... no alcohol.
Donnie: It's a beer?
Jordan: Yeah, with no alcohol.
Donnie: But, you drink enough and... you drink a lot and it'll get you fucked up?
Jordan: No, there's no alcohol. That's the fuckin' point.
Donnie: 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: I know, but I don't drink, remember? I don't drink anymore?
Donnie: 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: Yeah...
Donnie: How's being sober?
Jordan: It fuckin' sucks.
Donnie: Boring, right?
Jordan: So boring. I'm gonna kill myself.

[Jordan throws open a door to the bridge as the yacht is rolling heavily in a storm.]
Jordan: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON OUT HERE?!
Beecham: THE JET SKIS JUST WENT OVERBOARD!
Jordan: Jesus fuckin' Christ! [Stumbles over to Naomi] Honey, you okay?
Beecham: The waves are twenty feet high and building!
Jordan: Turn around! Just go the other fuckin' way!
Beecham: Can't! We'll get broadsided and tip over!
Jordan: I am a master diver, you hear that?! I am a master diver! No one's gonna fucking die! I got you. Just trust me, okay? I love you. Just hold on tight. Donnie. Hold on, baby. Donnie. Donnie!
Donnie: What?
Jordan: Hold on, baby. [To Donnie] Get the ludes.
Donnie: I don't wanna die, Jordan! I've done a lot of bad shit, I'm going to hell, Jordan! Fucked up! I fucked up so bad!
Jordan: Get the ludes downstairs.
Donnie: What you say?!
Jordan: [Leaves Naomi, stumbles over to Donnie and grabs him.] Get the ludes!
Donnie: I can't go down there! It's flooded, it's three feet of water down there!
Jordan: I WILL NOT DIE SOBER! GET THOSE FUCKIN' LUDES!
Donnie: Okay!
Jordan: GO!
Donnie: Okay!

[Naomi finds Jordan snorting cocaine]
Naomi: Look at yourself, Jordan. Sick! You're a sick man!
Jordan: [shouts] Fuck you! I told you you're not taking my fucking kids! You fucking...
Naomi: 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!
Jordan: You don't think I'm gonna see my kids?!
Naomi: No! I'm not fucking letting you near my kids!
Jordan: YOU DON'T THINK I'M GONNA SEE MY FUCKING KIDS AGAIN, HUH?!
[Jordan walks to his daughter's bedroom.]
Naomi: [trying to stop Jordan] Don't you fucking touch her!
[Jordan punches Naomi in the stomach]
Jordan: Don't you fucking touch me!

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