:03:00
- I think so. We can handle it.
- You can handle it?
:03:10
A double scotch on the rocks.
:03:20
Holy shit, yo.
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo!
:03:23
That´s the jockey from Venezuela.
He´s a sicko. He weighs like 48 pounds.
:03:27
119, but you´re close, slut.
:03:30
Whatever. Give me three-to-one
on that skinny little nigger.
:03:32
Richie, Richie.
Do me a favor, will you?
:03:36
Just for, like, ten minutes.
Just give it a rest.
:03:39
Yo, homes, I need some "chocaine."
I need some motherfuckin´ nose candy.
:03:43
I need some cizzi up my nizzi...
:03:45
´cause I need to get high
like a motherfucker.
:03:47
Know what l´m sayin´?
So give me some of that nose candy.
:03:50
Bring that table over here.
:03:53
Everybody quiet down for a second.
All right. Hold on.
:03:57
Thanks. I wanted to let you know those
pikers at the N.A.S.D. are off our ass.
:04:05
- Fuckin´ retard.
- Fuck you. I´m on vacation.
:04:09
Bear Stearns can call the S.E.C.
They can´t find any dirt on us.
:04:13
J.T. Marlin, once again,
has unlimited trading authorization.
:04:17
I told you guys.
You can´t keep a good man down!
:04:21
We´re superstars now.
:04:23
J.P. Morgan just faxed over
their congratulations...
:04:26
and said,
"Welcome to the club."
:04:30
This also means those teams
headed by Todd and Richie...
:04:33
who were good enough
to give up their rep numbers--
:04:35
They can stop cold calling
and start trading again.
:04:38
Welcome back!
:04:40
And just to show you
how appreciative I am...
:04:42
there´s a little something extra.
:04:43
Tell me about it, baby, tell me!
:04:46
I want you guys
to go up to suite 41 8.
:04:52
I handpicked them myself.
:04:56
We´re players now, boys!
Let´s celebrate. Salute!