Cocktail Page #2
- R
- Year:
- 1988
- 104 min
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Why didn't you just tell me
it was a rum and Coke?
- Could I have what I ordered?
- A Bloody Mary.
- A white wine.
- Pink Squirrel!
- A Friar Tuck!
- A Ding-a-ling!
- A white wine!
- Pink Squirrel!
- Angel Tit!
- A Dirty Mother!
- Can I have what I ordered?
- All right!
All right! Now, what was it
that you ordered?
A martini!
What's in that?
You're supposed to get
ten percent from the waitresses.
I don't deserve it.
Hey, schmuck, do you get
Listen, I'm sorry
I called you a b*tch.
Why? I am a b*tch.
Got yourself a new disciple?
Good night, my beautiful.
Hey, frogman.
Anyone that can get money
out of her is a major talent.
Come back next Thursday.
I've got five shifts open.
- You're offering me a job?
- Uh-huh.
The waitresses hate me.
Well, you wait till
you've given them crabs.
Then you'll really know hatred.
Today I'd like to continue
our discussion of the demand
the money multiplier.
You've got to add increases in currency,
deposits, reserves and bank credit
along the whole system.
Then what we have is a sum
of an infinite series.
Adding together the increases
in currency and deposits...
we find that they add up
to one plus CU over CU plus RE.
That, simply stated,
is the money multiplier.
Now, moving on.
The essential technique
of bartending:
Less is more.
The less you pour,
the more you score.
The boss does better,
we do better.
And the customer?
Think of the customer as a hurdler
thinks of a hurdle: a means to an end.
We dazzle him with ice work...
we baffle him with bottle work.
There are many ways
to fool a customer.
The short pour.
The long pour.
The ice mountain,
the spring thaw.
The speed-rack shuffle,
the hot shot.
You will learn them all.
Yes, Obi-Wan.
Both hands. Ladies, ladies,
come on, come on.
Okay, ready?
One, two, three, let go!
Yeah, what does it mean?
What does it mean? Nothing!
- Nothing?
- Nothing? All right!
Nothing?
Whoa!
- Very sophisticated, man!
- What a good jolt!
You got it going!
Come on, let's go with the drinks.
Let's make some money
for a change!
Ice!
- Catch!
- Thank you!
I guess that's what
you learn in college, right?
What buns! See?
Don't forget my beers, Bri!
- Missed me.
- Ha!
See, the name of the game
is "woman."
The little darlings
come in a-panting.
Their little hearts are pitter-patting
for the handsome, all-knowing bartender.
And in their wake,
a parade of slobbering geeks...
with one hand on their crotches
and the other hand on their wallets.
You get the women, you get the bucks.
And boy, oh, boy, you've got them.
Buttons were popping,
skirts were rising.
When you can see
the colour of their panties...
then you know
you've got talent.
Stick with me, son.
I'll make you a star.
Thanks, man,
but I gotta be honest.
This is just
a part-time gig for me.
I'm in a business programme,
City College, days.
Ah. A seeker of wisdom and truth.
You couldn't have found a better
work-study programme than right here.
- To a future leader of America.
- I'll stick with the brew.
Beer is for breakfast around here.
Drink or be gone.
I realize I've got a class
of budding capitalists here.
That most of you are seeking
the fast track...
lovely term...
to a career in investment banking
or some other socially useful pursuit.
Nevertheless,
certain antiquated skills...
such as reading and writing...
remain a part
of the curriculum.
So, for your first assignment...
I'd like you to write
your own obituaries.
Not that I wish you were dead.
At least not yet, anyway.
Brian Flanagan.
Senator Brian Flan...
Billionaire governor...
Brian Flanagan, whose self-propelled,
meteoric rise to wealth and fame...
would have made even
J.D. Rockefeller envious...
at the age of 99...
while bedding his
18-year-old seventh wife, Heidi...
who is recovering from exhaustion
at the local hospital...
and will be unable
to attend the funeral.
For your midterm paper...
I want you to select a business
in which you are interested...
and to prepare a complete plan
for its development.
You should include
capitalization...
administrative costs...
income prospectus...
marketing...
cost analysis...
Blue shirt, fifth row, wake up!
Ah! Light dawns
on marble head.
Where was I?
Yeah! Whoo!
Can't get enough, you know
You're gonna have to face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
Might as well face it
You're addicted to love
I have got serious "f*** me" eyes
coming over here.
Stay in formation. Her old man's
Finnegan, Finnegan.
Time, time.
Oh, sh*t.
- Brian.
- Huh?
- Bottle.
- Yeah.
- Brian.
- Yeah.
Try and make it by closing,
would you?
I'm doing the best I can!
Okay?
Sexual frustration.
I asked you to prepare
a business plan...
a seemingly simple assignment.
And yet one word
describes your papers:
bankrupt!
Bankrupt!
A word some of you will get
to know well in the future.
Like Mr Ron Lemaster.
Where is Ronnie Lemaster?
Yes...
our cosmetics magnate
who hopes to make his fortune...
selling make-up for pets!
Fetch, Ronnie, fetch.
Good boy.
And my own personal favourite,
Mrs Sheila Rivkin.
Oh, my God.
He's got my paper.
Mrs Rivkin has spent the last 20 years
burning her husband's dinners...
but now decides she wants
of the cookie business... You!
You! You have
something to contribute?
I just said it wasn't worth
getting upset about.
- What's your name?
- Brian Flanagan.
Now speak up!
Let the class hear you.
- Brian Flanagan!
- Oh, yes, Flanagan.
Mr Flanagan.
Mr Brian Flanagan.
Let us see.
Yes, Mr Flanagan is determined...
to revolutionize
the bar business...
by franchising his version
of the local New York tavern...
to every suburban
shopping mall in America.
Tell me, Mr Flanagan...
do you intend to provide
Or perhaps a surly bartender...
to each outlet?
I don't know.
Ah. A diamond in the rough.
The dreamer who can't
take the criticism.
Not from a guy who hides here 'cause
he can't hack it in the real world.
Okay, Flanagan.
Let's see how well you hack it
in the real world...
with an "F" in this course.
"F!"
of those professors says...
makes a difference
on the street.
If you know that,
you're ready to graduate.
Maybe I'm just too old
to be a student.
Christ.
I've got to find something...
something to do.
Relax.
You're in the perfect job.
There's no better way to make it
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