The Wolf of Wall Street Quotes: Excess to the Limits

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MOVIE INFO.

Directed by: Martin Scorsese
Written by:
Terence Winter (screenplay)
Jordan Belfort (book)
Starring:
Leonardo DiCaprio -Jordan Belfort
Jonah Hill – Donnie Azoff
Margot Robbie – Naomi Lapaglia
Matthew McConaughey – Mark Hanna
Kyle Chandler – Patrick Denham
Rob Reiner – Max Belfort
Jon Bernthal – Brad Bodnick
Jon Favreau – Manny Riskin
Jean Dujardin – Jean-Jacques Saurel
Joanna Lumley – Aunt Emma
Cristin Milioti – Teresa Petrillo
Christine Ebersole – Leah Belfort
Shea Whigham – Captain Ted Beecham
Katarina Čas – Chantalle Bodnick
P. J. Byrne – Nicky “Rugrat” Koskoff
Kenneth Choi – Chester Ming
Brian Sacca – Robbie “Pinhead” Feinberg
Henry Zebrowski – Alden “Sea Otter” Kupferberg
Ethan Suplee – Toby Welch
Barry Rothbart – Peter Diblasio
Jake Hoffman – Steve Madden
Mackenzie Meehan – Hildy Azoff
Spike Jonze – Dwayne

OUR REVIEW & RATING ★★★½

Adapted from the memoirs of Wall Street Broker Jordan Belfort; wickedly funny, sharp, crass and dangerously overlong best describes The Wolf of Wall Street quotes. The film follows Belfort as he achieves his dreams of being a rich stockbroker, but then after losing his job in the crash of 1987 he falls on hard times after which Belfort begins his ascent from earnest stockbroker to becoming a greedy, drug-addled criminal by selling cheap stock to working-class people manipulating the finance market and spending millions on his debauched lifestyle.

What the audience gets from this film is excess to the limits played out in a very dark and witty fashion as it explores the dark side of the American Dream. The script paints a very decadent picture of the lives of people from financial sector, where their victims are faceless and there are no real villains other than our antihero.

The film plays very fast and loose with its morality, and pushes things way past the point of decency with the characters never really seeming to learn from their unscrupulous practices. It’s presented as a great roller coaster ride that never goes anywhere. What gels the film together is DiCaprio’s let-loose unhinged performance, which is undoubtedly one of his best, looking completely in charge as he brilliantly captures this unsympathetic character.

Verdict: Darkly acerbic, drug fueled, hyperactive comedy reflecting the rotten core of our society with Scorsese and DiCaprio’s best pairing so far.

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USER REVIEWS THE NOVEL


 

[first lines; we see a conservative TV commercial for Stratton Oakmont, Inc. showing a lion walking through one of the floor of the company]
Commercial Voice Over: The world of investing can be a jungle. Bulls, bears, danger at every turn. That’s why we at Stratton Oakmont pride our self on being the best. Trained professionals to guide you through the financial wilderness. Stratton Oakmont. Stability, integrity, pride.


 

[immediately following the commercial we see what’s really going on in Stratton Oakmont where the brokers, looking drunk, are all gathered playing a game]
Stock Brokers: One, two, three!
[a dwarf is thrown onto a massive dartboard with a dollar sign for a bulls-eye and everyone cheers]
Jordan Belfort: Twenty-five grand to the first cocksucker to nail a bullseye!
[he throws the money onto the floor and everyone cheers]
Jordan Belfort: Come on! Let’s go!
[Jordan and another broker pick up another dwarf by his pants and collar and countdown to throw him]
Stock Brokers: One, two, three!
[the dwarf is thrown and goes hurtling towards the board and the camera freezes on him as Jordan introduces himself]


 

Jordan Belfort: [voice over] My name is Jordan Belfort. Not him, me. That’s right. I’m a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside, Queens. The year I turned twenty-six as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made forty-nine million dollars. Which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week.
[we see a photo of young Jordan with his dad, then we see a red Ferrari being driven on the highway]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] No, no, no, no. My Ferrari was white, like Don Johnson’s in Miami Vice, not red.
[the Ferrari’s color turns to white, inside it Jordan drives as he’s getting a blow job from a blond]


 

[next we see a large house]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] See that humongous estate down there? That’s my house.
[in the bedroom a woman lies in the bed wearing her underwear looking seductive]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] My wife, Naomi. The Duchess of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn, a former model and Miller Lite girl. Yeah, she was the one with my cock in her mouth in the Ferrari. So put your dick back in your pants. In addition to Naomi and my two perfect kids, I own a mansion, private jet, six cars, three horses, two vacation homes and a hundred and seventy foot yacht.


 

[we see Jordan blowing cocaine into a hooker’s butt]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] I also gamble like a degenerate, I drink like a fish, I fuck hookers maybe five-six times a week. I have three different Federal agencies looking to indict me. Oh, yeah. And I love drugs.
[suddenly Jordan looks up as if he’s heard something, but there’s no one there]
Jordan Belfort: Okay.
[he slaps the hookers ass]
Hooker: Oh, yeah.
Jordan Belfort: One more.
[he slaps her ass again]
Hooker: Oh, you like it?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.


 

Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Later that night…
[a drunk and high looking Jordan flies a helicopter when the helicopter starts going down]
Helicopter Pilot: Pull up! Pull up! We’re gonna crash! For Christ sake!
Jordan Belfort: Come on!
[Jordan manages to pull the helicopter up at the last minute looking extremely drunk]
Jordan Belfort: Just relax!
[as Jordan tries to pull the helicopter up, he loses control and the helicopter slams to the ground]
Jordan Belfort: Oh, fuck.
[looking at the pilot]
Jordan Belfort: You okay?
Helicopter Pilot: Yeah, I’m alright.
Jordan Belfort: Alright, good.
Helicopter Pilot: Good job.
Jordan Belfort: Good.
Helicopter Pilot: You got in there safe, alright?
Jordan Belfort: Until next time, brother.
Helicopter Pilot: Until next time.
[Jordan flops out of the helicopter]


 

[we see Jordan in his house walking out of his room drinking a glass of orange juice, as he walks down the stairs he talks into the camera]
Jordan Belfort: Yep, on a daily basis I consume enough drugs to sedate Manhattan, Long Island, and Queens. For a month.
[his housekeeper holds the front door open for him]
Housekeeper: Okay, Mr. Jordan.
[Jordan walks out the front door and continues talking to the camera]
Jordan Belfort: I take Quaaludes, ten to fifteen times a day, for my “back pain”. Adderall to stay focused.
[he throws his glass of orange juice aside as he walks towards his car]
Jordan Belfort: 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.
[to his chauffeur, who’s holding the car door open for him]
Jordan Belfort: Morning, Nathan.
[he gets in the car and his chauffeur drives him to work]


 

[he talks into the camera as he walks into his office building]wolf-of-wall-street-2
Jordan Belfort: But of all the drugs under God’s blue heaven, there is one that is my absolute favorite.
[in his office Jordan uses a credit card to cut a line of coke on his desk]
Jordan Belfort: See, enough of this shit’ll make you invincible. Able to conquer the world and eviscerate you enemies.
[he snorts up a line of coke with a $100 bill, then points to the cocaine]
Jordan Belfort: And I’m not talking about this. I’m talking about this.
[he unrolls the $100 bill and snaps it, he then crumples it up and tosses into a wastebasket]


 

Jordan Belfort: [voice over] See money doesn’t just buy you a better life, better food, better cars, better pussy, it also makes you a better person. You can give generously to the church or the political party of your choice. You can save the fucking spotted owl with money.
[Jordan walks out onto the office floor where the rest of the brokers are, they all cheer him as he walks through them and takes front stage to stand in front of a microphone]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] I always wanted to be rich. So let me go back. I’m twenty-two years old, newly married, and already a money crazed little shit. So what do I do? I go to the one place on earth that befit my high-minded ambitions..
[flashback to a younger Jordan arriving on the bus to Wall Street, he kisses his wife, Teresa Petrillo, goodbye before stepping off the bus]


 

[Jordan meets one of the brokers he’ll be working for on his first day at the job]
Jerry Fogel: You are lower than fucking pond scum. You got a problem with that?
[looks at Jordan’s name badge]
Jerry Fogel: Jordan?
Jordan Belfort: No, no problem at all.
Jerry Fogel: Good, because that is it what you are, pond scum
[he turns and takes Jordan to his desk]
Jerry Fogel: Your job is ‘connector’, which means that you will be dialing the phone over five hundred times a day trying to connect me with wealthy business owners. And until you pass your Series 7, that is all you’re gonna be fucking doing.
[pointing to a chair by one of the desks]
Jerry Fogel: Sit. Sit!
[Jordan quickly sits down]
Jerry Fogel: Right, just so you know, last year I made over three hundred thousand dollars. The other guy you’ll be working for, he made over a million.
[Fogel takes his seat at his desk]


 

Jordan Belfort: [voice over] A million dollars? I could only imagine what a douchebag that guy must be.
[suddenly a man grabs Jordan’s shoulders from behind]
Mark Hanna: Jordan Belfort?
Jordan Belfort: Ye…yes, sir.
Mark Hanna: Mark Hanna.
[he shakes hands with Jordan]
Jordan Belfort: Pleasure to meet you.
Mark Hanna: And you as well. I see you’ve already met the village asshole.
[Fogel slams down a stack of cards on Jordan’s desk]
Jerry Fogel: Smile and dial. And don’t pick up your fucking head until one.
[to Jordan]
Mark Hanna: Hey, fuck him. I’m the senior broker here, he’s just a worthless piker.
Jerry Fogel: Why don’t you blow me, Hanna?
[Hanna blows him a mocking kiss]


 

Mark Hanna: Now did you really pitch a stock in your job interview?
Jordan Belfort: I had to do something to stand out, right, sir?
Mark Hanna: I fucking love that.
[he smiles, pats Jordon on the chest and starts to walk away]
Mark Hanna: Lunch, today.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, alright.
[Hanna looks at the giant clock on the office wall and shouts to the other brokers]
Mark Hanna: Oh, we don’t start dialing at 9:30, because our clients are already answering the phone. Three, two, one! Let’s fuck!


 

[the bell rings to signal the opening of the stock market and everyone starts dialing]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] You wanna 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 talk to each other. I was hooked in seconds. It was like mainlining adrenaline.
[one of the brokers shouts to another]
Broker #1: Yeah, fuck face! Look at where the stock’s at today, huh?
[Jordan watches the brokers in fascination when suddenly Fogel notices he isn’t dialing, he kicks Jordan’s chair]
Jerry Fogel: Pick up the cock sucking phone!
Jordan Belfort: Sir, yes, sir.
[Hanna who’s talking into his phone notices this and throws his stress ball at Fogel]
Jerry Fogel: You are such a fucking dougchebag, Hanna.
[Hanna gives him the finger]


 

[Hanna is talking on the phone]
Mark Hanna: We don’t give two shits about how technology works, because all we care about is getting fucking rich!
[he points to Jordan, who smiles as he’s talking on the phone]
Mark Hanna: Solid two thousand.
[Hanna slams down his phone in victory and yells]
Mark Hanna: Done! Time to paint the tape! Wooh! A two thousand Microsoft goin’ in the hole!
[he places a ticket into a cylinder and goes over to Jordan]
Mark Hanna: Come on!
[Jordan ends his call and goes over to Hanna]
Mark Hanna: It’s alive, it’s alive. Hold on to that, it’s hot.
[he gives the cylinder to Jordan, he opens the hole in the wall where the pneumatic tube is]
Mark Hanna: In, in.
[Jordan places the cylinder into the tube]
Mark Hanna: Shut that motherfucker. Shut it! Shut it!
[Jordan shuts the door]
Mark Hanna: Sold!


 

[later whilst at lunch with Hanna, Jordan watches Hanna as he does a rhythmic chant while pounding his chest, Jordan looks around him awkwardly as Hanna continues to pound his chest until he finishes]
Mark Hanna: Yeah.
[Hanna then hums to himself as he takes out a vial and snorts some cocaine, he offers some to Jordan]
Mark Hanna: Tootski?
Jordan Belfort: Oh, no. No, thank you though.
[the waiter comes over to their table]
Hector: Mr. Hanna, what can I bring for you on this glorious afternoon?
Mark Hanna: Well, Hector here’s the game plan. You’re gonna bring us two Absolut martinis, you know how I like ’em, straight up.
[he gives Hector some money]
Mark Hanna: And then precisely in seven and one half minutes after that you’re gonna bring us two more. And then two more after that every five minutes until one of us passes the fuck out.
[Jordan laughs]
Hector: Excellent strategy, sir.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, I’m…I’m good with water for now though. Thank you.
[to Hector]
Mark Hanna: It’s his first day on Wall Street, give him time.
[Hector chuckles and gives them the menus]
Mark Hanna: Thank you.
Hector: Mm-hmm.
Jordan Belfort: Thank you.
[Hector walks off]


 

Jordan Belfort: Mr. Hanna, you’re able to…to do drugs during the day and still function, still do your job?
Mark Hanna: Well, how the fuck else would you do this job? Cocaine and hookers, my friends.
Jordan Belfort: Right.
[Jordan laughs awkwardly]
Jordan Belfort: I gotta say, I’m incredibly excited to be a part of your firm. I mean…the clients you have are absolutely…
Mark Hanna: Fuck the clients. Your only responsibility is to put meat on the table. You got a girlfriend?
Jordan Belfort: I’m…I’m married. I have a wife, her name is Teresa. She cuts hair.
Mark Hanna: Congratulations.
Jordan Belfort: Thank you.


 

Mark Hanna: Think about Teresa. Name of the game, move the money from your clients pocket into your pocket.
Jordan Belfort: Right. But if you can make the clients money at the same time, it’s advantageous to everyone, correct?
Mark Hanna: No. Number one rule of Wall Street. Nobody, I don’t care if you’re Warren Buffet or if you’re Jimmy Buffet, nobody knows if a stock is gonna go up, down, sideways or in fucking circles, least of all stock brokers, right?
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.
Mark Hanna: It’s all a fugazi. Do you know what fugazi is?
Jordan Belfort: Fugazi, it’s a fake…
Mark Hanna: Yeah, fugazi, fogazi. It’s a wazi, it’s a woozi. It’s…fairy dust. It doesn’t exist, it’s never landed, it is no matter, it’s not on the elemental charge. It’s not fucking real.
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Mark Hanna: Alright?
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Mark Hanna: Stay with me.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.


 

Mark Hanna: We don’t create shit, we don’t build anything.
Jordan Belfort: No.
Mark Hanna: So if you got a client who brought stock at eight, and it now sits at sixteen, and he’s all fucking happy, he wants to cash it and liquidate and take his fucking money and run home. You don’t let him do that.
Jordan Belfort: Okay.
Mark Hanna: Cause that would make it real.
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Mark Hanna: 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.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.wolf-of-wall-street-3
Mark Hanna: Cause they’re fucking addicted. And then you just keep doing this, again, and again, and again. Meanwhile, he thinks he’s getting shit rich, which he is, on paper. But you and me, the brokers?
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Mark Hanna: We’re taking home cold hard cash via commission, motherfucker.
Jordan Belfort: Right! That’s incredible, sir. I’m…I can’t tell you how excited I am.
Mark Hanna: You should be.


 

Mark Hanna: There’s two keys to success in the broker business. First of all, you gotta stay relaxed.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Mark Hanna: You jerk off?
Jordan Belfort: Do I…do I jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, I jerk off, yeah.
Mark Hanna: How many times a week?
Jordan Belfort: Like, uh…three…three, three, four…three or four times, maybe five.
Mark Hanna: You 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: Mm-hmm. Why? I want to. That’s not why I do it. I do it because I fucking need to.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.
Mark Hanna: Think about it, you’re dealing with numbers all day long. Decimal points, high frequencies, bang, bang, bang. Eh-eh-eh-eh. Fucking digits kick, kick, kick, all very acidic above the shoulders mustard shit.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.
Mark Hanna: Right?
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.


 

Mark Hanna: The con can wig some people out.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.
Mark Hanna: Right? So you gotta feed the geese to keep the blood flowing. And keep the rhythm below the belt.
Jordan Belfort: Done.
Mark Hanna: This is not a tip, this is a prescription. Trust me. If you don’t, you will fall out of balance. Glitch your differential and the tip fuck over. Or worse yet, I’ve seen this happen, implode.
Jordan Belfort: No, I don’t wanna implode, sir.
Mark Hanna: No. No, you don’t.
Jordan Belfort: I’m in it for the long run, you know?
Mark Hanna: Yeah. Implosions are ugly.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Mark Hanna: Pop off to the bathroom, work one out anytime you can. And when you get really good at it, you’ll be fucking stroking it and you’ll be thinking about money.


 

Mark Hanna: Second key to success.
[he holds up his small vial of cocaine]
Mark Hanna: In this racket is this little baby right here, it’s called cocaine.
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Mark Hanna: It will keep you sharp between the ears. It’ll also help your fingers dial faster. And guess what? That’s good for me.
[to the waiter that’s just come up to their table shaking his martini]
Mark Hanna: Yes, sir.
[to Jordan]
Mark Hanna: Revolutions, you follow?
Jordan Belfort: Revolutions.
Mark Hanna: Keep the client on the ferris wheel, and it goes, the park is open twenty-four, seven, three, six, five. Every decade, every Goddamn century. That’s it.
[they clink their glasses together to toast]
Mark Hanna: Name of the game.


 

[Jordan drinks from his glass of water as Hanna drinks his martini]
Mark Hanna: Halkidiki? Mmm.
Jordan Belfort: Thank you.
[Jordan takes an olive from the bowl of olives, then Hanna starts doing his rhythmic chant and pounding his chest, Jordan watches him awkwardly]
Mark Hanna: Come on.
[Jordan joins in and starts doing the same rhythmic chant and pounding his chest]
Mark Hanna: With a common denominator.
[they continue doing the rhythmic chant and pounding of their chests, Hanna stops to drink his martini]
Mark Hanna: Keep it up for me.
[Jordan continues the chanting and pounding of his chest, then Hanna starts to sing as Jordan does the chanting]
Mark Hanna: The CEO. How the money comes in. The parade comes to town. Going down Broadway. It’s a one way street, whichever way I go.


 

[we see Jordan in a strip club]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] For the next six months I got to know the ins and outs of Wall Street. Earning shit money as I geared up to take my series 7.
[we then see Jordan walking into his office building]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Then I was a licensed broker at last, ready to make my fortune. My first day as a future Master of the Universe.
[we see Jordan entering the elevator]


 

[October 19, 1987; Jordan is talking on the phone looking stressed, the whole office is up in chaos as all the brokers are on their phones]
Jordan Belfort: I have X on an eighty-six and a quarter from six month ago! Today it is turning thirty-six and a half! Mr. B…!
[Jordan slams down his phone and pounds his fist on his desk in frustration]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] They called it “Black Monday”. No shit, by 4 PM the market had dropped five hundred and eight points. The biggest plummet since the crash of ’29.
[he hears Hanna talking on the phone]
Mark Hanna: I know your family, you know mine! No, I don’t know, from some fucking country in Europe took a shit. Let them do what they want to fucking do. Our market’s solid.


 

[we see some of the brokers as they are talking on their phones]
Broker #1: This is not something that you wanna sell!
Jerry Fogel: You know what happened? A fucking Tsunami.
Broker #1: I think you’re making a big mistake.
Jerry Fogel: Well, yes, I will talk to your wife. If you want me to.
Mark Hanna: Do not answer the phone. A lot of people are gonna be calling you, trying to get your dirty laundry.
Broker #2: We don’t know what’s going on here.
Mark Hanna: I know, I know.


 

[suddenly the closing market bell rings and the whole office goes silent, the brokers look at each other in stunned silence]
Mark Hanna: Holy…fucking shit.
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Unbelievable. My first shitty day as a broker. Within a month, L.F. Rothschild, an institution since 1899, closed its doors. Wall Street had swallowed me up and shit me right back out again.


 

[in their apartment, Jordan is sat with Teresa at the kitchen table, Jordan is looking at the newspaper]
Teresa Petrillo: We could pawn my engagement ring, if we needed to.
Jordan Belfort: Babe…
Teresa Petrillo: Cause I don’t mind. If we needed to, I’m saying. It’s…
Jordan Belfort: Will you listen to me.
Teresa Petrillo: Okay.
Jordan Belfort: You’re not pawning anything, okay?
Teresa Petrillo: Okay.
Jordan Belfort: What do I always tell you, huh?
Teresa Petrillo: You’re going to be a millionaire.
Jordan Belfort: That’s right, okay? So let me look, I’ll find something.


 

[looking at the newspaper]
Jordan Belfort: How about this?
Teresa Petrillo: What?
Jordan Belfort: “Nobody Beats the Wiz”, an electronic store. Stock boy. What do you think?
Teresa Petrillo: You’re not gonna work at that place.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, but you know, you start off…
Teresa Petrillo: Jordan, you’re gonna be miserable at that place if you go there.
Jordan Belfort: It’s sales, you work your way up…
Teresa Petrillo: Jordan.
Jordan Belfort: You’d be a general manager.
Teresa Petrillo: You’re not gonna be a stock boy.
Jordan Belfort: Why not?
Teresa Petrillo: Cause you’re a stock broker.
Jordan Belfort: Do you understand that nobody’s hiring stock brokers right now? You understand that? Okay?


 

[she scans the newspaper and finds an ad]
Teresa Petrillo: Ah, this place is.
Jordan Belfort: What?
Teresa Petrillo: What’s that say?
[Jordan reads the ad]
Jordan Belfort: Stock brokers.
[Teresa laughs]
Jordan Belfort: Long Island. Stock brokers in Long Island.
Teresa Petrillo: Yeah.


 

[Jordan turns up to the Investor Center looking professional dressed in his suit, as he enters the building he sees everyone is dressed casually and the place looks shabby]
Jordan Belfort: Hey, uh…I’m-I’m looking for an Investor’s Center?
[one of the brokers looks up]
Dwayne: What’s that, you wanna invest?
Jordan Belfort: No, Investor’s Center. I’m looking for Investor Center?
Dwayne: Yeah, yeah, that’s us. Hi. This is it. This is it.
Jordan Belfort: Oh.
Dwayne: I’m Dwayne.
[Dwayne extends his hand]
Jordan Belfort: You’re Dwayne?
Dwayne: Yeah.
[Jordan shakes his hand]
Jordan Belfort: Alright, Dwayne. We spoke on the phone. I’m Jordan Belfort. I’m a broker from Rothschild from New York.
Dwayne: Yes. Yeah, have a seat. How are you?
Jordan Belfort: You remember, we had a conversation…
Dwayne: We spoke on phone the other day, right?
Jordan Belfort: Two hours ago.
Dwayne: Right, yeah.


 

[Jordan looks around at the other brokers, who are all dressed casually and look the opposite of what Jordan had seen in New York]
Jordan Belfort: So, uh…where are…where are your quotrons?
Dwayne: Quotrons?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, your computers.
Dwayne: No, no, no. We don’t even need computers here. We just trade right off the pink sheets here.
[he shows him one of the pink sheets]
Jordan Belfort: Pink sheets?
Dwayne: Yeah, they’re penny stocks. You know, companies that can’t get listed on NASDAQ, they don’t have enough capital, their shares trade here.
Jordan Belfort: Penny stocks?
Dwayne: Yeah. This on, uh…Aerotyne, is a really interesting…Aerotyne.
[looking at the pink sheet in Dwayne’s hand]
Jordan Belfort: Aerotyne, yeah.
Dwayne: Aero…Aerotyne.
Jordan Belfort: Aerotyne, huh? Yeah.
Dwayne: Very hot stock right now.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah?


 

[Jordan takes the pink sheet from Dwayne and looks at it]
Dwayne: You know they’re just a couple of brothers that are making radar detectors out of their garage. They’re at Dubuque. Maybe its microwaves, I’m not sure. But if you call the company’s mainline, their mom, Dorothy, answers and she is so sweet.
Jordan Belfort: A company?
Dwayne: I actually don’t know what else to… I don’t know anything else about them other than that.
[he laughs]
Jordan Belfort: Six cents a share? Oh, come on. Who buys this crap?
Dwayne: Well, I mean, honestly mostly schmucks. Postmen, there’s always postmen. Uh…plumbers. Um…they see our ads in the back of Hustler and Popular Mechanics, and our ads actually say they can get rich quick.
[he laughs]


 

Jordan Belfort: Hustler?
Dwayne: Yeah. You know the girly magazine?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, yeah. Nudie mag.
Dwayne: A lot.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Dwayne: We’re helping them finance, uh…houses, we’re helping them buy their wife a diamond ring, a boat maybe.
Jordan Belfort: Is this…is this, uh…is this stuff regulated or are you guys…? What are you doing here?
Dwayne: Uh…sort of.
Jordan Belfort: Sort of?


 

[reading from the pink sheet]
Jordan Belfort: Jesus Christ, the spread on these is huge.
Dwayne: Yeah, and that’s the point. That’s… What’s your name again?
Jordan Belfort: My…Jordan Belfort.
Dwayne: Jordan, what do you get on that blue chip stock?
Jordan Belfort: I make one percent. Well, I did make one percent.
Dwayne: Pink sheets it’s fifty.
Jordan Belfort: It’s fifty percent? Fifty percent commission?
Dwayne: Yeah.
Jordan Belfort: For what?
Dwayne: It’s our mark up for our services.
Jordan Belfort: So, if I…if I…if I sell a stock at ten thousand dollars, my commission is five thousand bucks?
Dwayne: If you sell ten thousand dollars worth of this stock, I will personally give you a blow job for free.
[Jordan laughs]
Dwayne: And I hope it happens.
[they both laugh]


 

[later, sat at a desk Jordan calls a potential investor about Aerotyne]
Jordan Belfort: Hello, John. How are you doing today? You mailed in my company a post card a few week back, requesting information on penny stocks that had huge upside potential with very little down side risks. Does that ring a bell?
John: Oh, yeah. I may have sent something.
Jordan Belfort: Okay, great. Well, 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 month. If you have sixty seconds I’d like to share the idea with you, you got a minute?
John: Actually, I’m really very busy…
Jordan Belfort: The name of the company, Aerotyne International, it is a cutting edge high tech firm out of the Midwest.
[we see a photo of the company, which is a shed at the back of a house]
Jordan Belfort: Awaiting imminent patent approval on the next generation of radar detectors that have both huge military and civilian applications.


 

[everybody in the office stops what they’re doing to listen to Jordan]
Jordan Belfort: Now, right now, John, the stock trades over the counter at ten cents a share. And by the way, John, our analyst indicate it could go a heck of a lot higher than that. Your profit, on a mere six thousand dollar investment would be upwards of sixty thousand dollars.
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: Four thousand? That’d be forty thousand 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, it sounds good.
Jordan Belfort: Great. Hey, John, thank you for your vote of confidence, and welcome to the Investor Center.
John: Yeah, thanks a lot, man. Thanks.
Jordan Belfort: Bye-bye.


 

[Jordan puts down the phone and everyone in the office stares at him in silence]
Toby Welch: How’d you fucking do that?
[they start clapping Jordan]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Just like that I made two grand. The other guys looked at me like I just discovered fire.


 

Jordan Belfort: [voice over] I was selling garbage to garbage men, and making cash hand over fist.
[talking on the phone to another investor]
Jordan Belfort: The only problem you’re gonna have is that you didn’t buy more.
[Jordan slams down the phone]
Jordan Belfort: Boom shock!
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] So I was selling them shit.
[waving his buy ticket to the other men in the office]
Jordan Belfort: Way to go!
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] The way I looked at it, their money was better off in my pocket. I knew how to spend it better.


 

[we see Jordan’s new Jaguar parked outside a diner]
Donnie Azoff: Excuse me. It’s that your car in the lot?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.wolf-of-wall-street-4
Donnie Azoff: That’s a nice ride.
Jordan Belfort: Thanks, man.
Donnie Azoff: Donnie Azoff.
[inside the diner Donnie extends his hand to Jordan]
Jordan Belfort: Hey, Jordan Belfort. Nice to meet you.
Donnie Azoff: How are you doing?
[they shake hands]
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.


 

Donnie Azoff: You know, actually, I see that car around. I see it around a lot.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, yeah. Where?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, I think we live in the same building.
Jordan Belfort: No shit?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, yeah. twelfth floor?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah. What floor are you on?
Donnie Azoff: Fourth floor. Yeah, I have two little kids.
Jordan Belfort: Right.
Donnie Azoff: Ugly wife.
[they both laugh]


 

Donnie Azoff: What you do, bro?
Jordan Belfort: What…what do you mean what do I do?
Donnie Azoff: For work, what do you do?
Jordan Belfort: I’m a stock broker.
Donnie Azoff: A stock broker?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Donnie Azoff: Children’s furniture.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, good for you.
Donnie Azoff: It’s alright. You make a lot of money?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, I do alright for myself.
Donnie Azoff: I’m trying to put it together. You got your fucking nice car.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.


 

Donnie Azoff: We live in the same building. I’m just…I’m not understand… How much money do you make?
Jordan Belfort: I don’t know, seventy thousand last month.
[Donnie laughs]
Donnie Azoff: Get the fuck…! Get the fuck out of here.
Jordan Belfort: No, I’m serious.
Yeah, no, I’m serious too. Seriously, how much money do you make?
Jordan Belfort: Um…I told you, seventy thousand. Well, technically, seventy-two thousand last month. Something like that.
Donnie Azoff: You make seventy-two grand in a month?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
[Donnie looks at Jordan still not believing him]


 

Donnie Azoff: I tell you what. You show me a pay stub for seventy-two thousand dollars and I’ll quit my job right now and I work for you.
[Jordan gets his pay stub out of his briefcase and shows it to him; we then see Donnie outside the diner making a call to his boss, Jordan is sat beside him listening]
Donnie Azoff: Hey, Paulie. What’s up? No, yeah, yeah. Everything’s fine. Hey, listen, I quit.
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] And he did quit his job. Which I thought was a little weird. I mean, I just met this fucking guy.
Donnie Azoff: Don’t tell fucking Susan, it’s not her business.
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] There were other things about him too, like his phosphorescent white teeth.
[Jordan looks at Donnie as he continues his conversation on the phone]
Donnie Azoff: Your wife? I gotta fucking deal with you wife?
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] The fact that he wore horn rims with clear lenses just to look more Waspy. Then there were these rumors.


 

[Jordan and Donnie are sat in a bar having a drink]
Jordan Belfort: I heard some stupid shit. I don’t know, I don’t know. Look, I didn’t even wanna bring it up. It’s just…stupid.
Donnie Azoff: Is it to do with me?
Jordan Belfort: You know, people say shit. I don’t even know, I didn’t even listen to them half the time.
Donnie Azoff: What do they say?
Jordan Belfort: This stuff…shit about you and your cousin or something like that. I don’t even listen to it. It doesn’t even…
Donnie Azoff: No, it’s not like that. No, it’s not like that.
Jordan Belfort: No, I mean like, you married your cousin or some stupid shit. No?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, my wife, yeah. My wife is my cousin or whatever, but it’s not like what you think, whatever. You know?
Jordan Belfort: Is she like, uh…your first cousin or is she…?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, no. She…her…her father is the…is the brother of my mom.
Jordan Belfort: Mm-hmm.


 

Donnie Azoff: It’s not like, what…you know? Look, we grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know? She fucking grew up hot and all my friends were trying to fuck her, you know? And I…I was like I’m not gonna let someone, you know, one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So, you know, I use the cousin thing as like…like an in with her.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, yeah.
Donnie Azoff: I’m not gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone’s gonna fuck my cousin it’s…it’s gonna be me, out of respect, you know?
Jordan Belfort: No, I get it. Yeah, yeah. I mean, you’re not afraid of like, the whole kid thing, right? Like the whole…
Donnie Azoff: What having kids with her?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Donnie Azoff: No, we have two kids.
Jordan Belfort: And they’re…I mean, I don’t mean…I don’t wanna get personal, but are they, like, okay?
Donnie Azoff: No, they’re not retarded or anything like that.
Jordan Belfort: But there’s a big chance, right?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, no.
Jordan Belfort: The whole…
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, there’s like a sixty percent, you know, sixty to sixty-five percent chance the kids gonna be fucking retarded or whatever.
Jordan Belfort: That would scare the shit out of me, buddy.
Donnie Azoff: Look, man, a lot can happen to having a kid, or whatever, takes risk whether you’re fucking cousins or not.
Jordan Belfort: What…what if you, I mean, what if something like that happened?
Donnie Azoff: I basically, you know, if the kid was retarded, I would…I would, you know, drive it up to the country and just like, you know, open the door and say, “You’re free now”, you know, like, run free. You know?
[Jordan looks at him for a moment before they both start laughing]


 

Donnie Azoff: I’m completely fucking with you, bro.
Jordan Belfort: That’s horrible. You’re not gonna do that?
Donnie Azoff: No. You looked like you fucking… No. We would take it to like an institution or somewhere that’s handled to like, you know, raise the kid or whatever.
Jordan Belfort: You know what? If you’re happy, God bless you, buddy.
Donnie Azoff: No, I’m not fucking happy. No one who’s married is fucking happy.
[they both laugh]
Jordan Belfort: Well, I’m sorry to hear that, buddy.


 

Donnie Azoff: Listen, I’m really, you know, I’m really appreciative of this fucking job. I’m really enjoying it.
Jordan Belfort: I’m really happy with what you’re doing.
Donnie Azoff: Actually, I, uh…I got you a present.
Jordan Belfort: You got me a present?
Donnie Azoff: I got you something, yeah.
Jordan Belfort: That’s fucking sweet.
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, it’s in back the back though.
Jordan Belfort: What you mean it’s…?
Donnie Azoff: You gotta go out back.
Jordan Belfort: Like it’s wrapped up or something?
Donnie Azoff: It’s wrapped up, yeah.
Jordan Belfort: I don’t get it.
Donnie Azoff: Neither do I, let’s fucking go. Come on.


 

[at the back of the bar Donnie smokes some crack]
Donnie Azoff: Your turn.
Jordan Belfort: I’m not fucking doing this! Are you out of your fucking mind?
Donnie Azoff: It’s good fucking shit, bro.
[Jordan hears something, looks around and gets up to leave]
Jordan Belfort: No!
Donnie Azoff: No one is fucking here, bro! Get the fuck back.
[he pulls Jordan back to sit next to him]
Donnie Azoff: Just fucking smoke crack with me, bro.
Jordan Belfort: I’m not fucking doing it.
Donnie Azoff: Fucking smoke crack. Smoke some fucking crack with me, bro.
Jordan Belfort: One hit. One hit, that’s it.
Donnie Azoff: Smoke.


 

[Jordan takes the crack from Donnie]
Donnie Azoff: Smoke. Smoke.
[Jordan lights it up and to takes a hit and instantly loves it]
Jordan Belfort: Wow! Wow!
[they both laugh]
Jordan Belfort: Let’s go, Don. We gotta get out of here, buddy. We gotta get out of here, let’s go fucking run! Let’s run like we’re fucking lions and tigers and bears! Let’s go! Let’s fucking run!
[Donnie gets up and starts running off]
Jordan Belfort: Let’s fucking run! Go!
[Jordan steps outside and starts running, following Donnie]
Jordan Belfort: Go! Go! Go! Go!


 

[Jordan and Donnie pull up outside an auto body shop, we then hear Jordan calling the shop and leaving a message]
Voice Message: You’ve reached Frank Best’s Auto Body. We’re closed right now, so please leave us a message.
Jordan Belfort: Hello, my name is Jordan Belfort. Uh, my partner and I are very interested in renting out your garage.
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Donnie and I were going out on our own and the first thing we needed was brokers, guys with sales experience. So I recruited some of my home town boys. Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed. Chester, who sold tires and weed. And Robbie, who sold anything he could get his hands on, mostly weed.


 

[we see Jordan’s friends sat in a diner eating]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] This is Brad, and Brad’s the guy I really wanted, but he didn’t go along with us. He was already making so much money selling Quaaludes, he’d become the Quaalude King of Bayside.
[we see Brad selling Quaalude to some teenage boys from his back yard, he points to one of the boy’s crotch with his baseball bat]
Brad: You get any pussy with that thing or what?
Zip: Yeah, man. Of course, man.
Brad: Bring some of them chicks around here sometime, huh? Let ’em watch. Let ’em watch. Know what I mean?


 

[he flexes his arm muscle]
Brad: Hey, Zip? You tell your sister I was asking about her. Would you bring me a pair of her panties next time you come through.
Zip: Yeah, man, she said she didn’t want to talk to you anymore, man.
Brad: Get the fuck out of here.
[pauses for a moment then shouts]
Brad: Hey, Ma, we got chicken or what? Ma!


 

[back at the diner we see Jordan is sat with his friends]
Jordan Belfort: You listening? It’s easier than you think. Every person you’re on the phone with, they wanna get rich and they wanna get rich quickly. They all want something for nothing.
Sea Otter: There was this one time that I was selling a pot to this Amish dude. You know those guys, he got like the bear with like no mustache or some bullshit.
Robbie Feinberg: Yeah, yeah.
Sea Otter: Well he says that he only wants to make furniture.
Robbie Feinberg: I don’t understand.
Chester Ming: What’s that got to do with anything?
Jordan Belfort: What the fuck are you talking about?
Sea Otter: I’m not putting words in your mouth or nothing, but you just said that everybody wants to get rich.
Robbie Feinberg: Holy fuck, you did just say that.
Chester Ming: Yeah, you did just say that.
Jordan Belfort: What are you…what the fuck are you talking about?
Sea Otter: Yeah, like Buddhists. They don’t give a shit about money, they’re wrapped in sheets. They’re not buying shit.
Jordan Belfort: I’m not…I’m not talking about Buddhists or Amish, I’m talking about normal people. Working class, everyday people. Everyone wants to get rich. Am I crazy?
Chester Ming: There is no such thing as Amish Buddhist, I’m pretty fucking sure.
Jordan Belfort: No, I didn’t…
Robbie Feinberg: Yeah, there could be. There could be.
[to the passing waitress]
Brad: Could I get some ketchup, please.
Jordan Belfort: I didn’t say Amish Buddhist. Am I fuck…do you guys not wanna make money?
Robbie Feinberg: I wanna make some fucking money.
Sea Otter: No! I wanna make money.


 

Jordan Belfort: Do you guys wanna fucking make money?
Chester Ming: I wanna make some fucking money, okay? I could sell anything. Shit, I could sell lubes to a convent full of nuns and get ’em so horny they’d be fucking each other.
Jordan Belfort: That’s the attitude, you can sell anything? Sell me this fucking pen, right here. You can sell anything? Sell that, go ahead.
[he takes a pen from his jacket and offers it to Chester]
Jordan Belfort: Sell me that pen.
Chester Ming: Can I finish eating first? I haven’t eaten tonight.
Jordan Belfort: Brad, show ’em how it’s done.
[he offers the pen to Brad]
Jordan Belfort: Sell me that pen? Watch. Go on.


 

[Brad takes the pen from Jordan]
Brad: You want me to sell this fucking pen?
Jordan Belfort: That’s my boy right there.
Brad: This pen.
Jordan Belfort: Fucking sell anything.
Brad: I want you to do me a favor, write your name on that napkin for me.
Jordan Belfort: I don’t have a pen.
Brad: Exactly. Supplying and demand, my friend.
[he drops the pen in front of Jordan]
Jordan Belfort: See what I’m saying. He’s creating urgency by getting them to want to buy the stock. He gets them to think it’s something that they need. You know what I mean?
Sea Otter: That’s the thing. All nuns are lesbians.
Jordan Belfort: What the fuck are you talking about?!
Chester Ming: What are you talking about, Otter?
Robbie Feinberg: Yeah, I think that’s true. I think that’s right.
Sea Otter: Yeah, think about it. They can’t get dudes so they gotta start…
[suddenly Brad throws the empty bottle of ketchup to the floor in anger]
Brad: Four fucking times! Give me four times.
[finally the waitress comes to their table with the full bottle of ketchup]


 

[we see Jordan’s friends working for him now at the auto body shop]
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] Look, I knew these guys weren’t like Harvard MBA’s. Robbie Feinberg “The Pinhead” took five years to finish high school. Alden Kupferberg “The Sea Otter” didn’t even graduate. Chester Ming “The Depraved Chinaman” thought Jujitsu was in Israel. The smartest of the bunch was Nicky Koskoff, he actually went to law school. I called him “Rugrat” because of his piece of shit hair piece. Still, give them to me young, hungry and stupid, and in no time I’ll make ’em rich.

 


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