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I got that much on me.

Not in here, please.

It adds up.

You know 300 here,

Well, money's only

something you need

in case

you don't die tomorrow.

How you doing?

How's work

been treating you?

Damn mandatory drug tests

are driving my men crazy.

The only good news is

we had a meeting with the controller

about union business,

and guess what.

Remember the accident last year

and the investigation?

The FAA is going to rule

it was a manufacturing error.

I told them

it wasn't maintenance.

It's those god damned

greedy manufacturers out in Cincinnati.

That's great, Dad.

We'll be out of suspension.

We can get new routes to Pittsburgh

and Boston now.

We'll compete

with the big guys.

Well, to Bluestar.

As your broker,

I advise that you hold on

to that stock.

What stock?

Are you kidding?

You sure

about this thing?

What?

The FAA

announcement.

Sure I'm sure.

Look at me.

You've got that mischievous look

in your eye, Buddy.

You used to smile like that

when you were a kid sleeping.

It's true,

just like that.

Morning, Gordon.

There's a delivery

for Mr. Gekko.

He needs your signature.

Send him in.

Hello, Natalie.

Recognize the voice?

I'll give you a hint.

You're seriously

considering marrying me.

You're lovelier

than I pictured.

I have Mr. Gekko's

birthday present.

You can't come barging in,

and what makes you think

it's his birthday?

It's in the bible, see?

You better buy him a gift.

Please, Natalie,

let me give this to him.

Cuban cigars.

Davidoff, his favorite,

and very tough to get.

Please, Natalie.

Stay here.

I'll see what I can do.

Wait outside.

Yeah, I'll see you shortly.

I hope.

Five minutes.

Well, life all comes down

to a few moments.

This is one of them.

What the hell's going on?

I'm looking at

Are we part of it?

We'd better be,

or I'm going to eat your lunch

for you.

Sorry, Jeff.

I loved it at 40.

It's insulting at 50.

Their analysts don't know

preferred stock

from livestock.

When it heads south,

we raise the sperm count.

This is the kid who calls 59 days

in a row,

wants to be a player.

Should be a picture of you

in the dictionary under

"persistence."

I'm looking for

negative control,

no more than

enough to block

any merger plans

and find out

if the books are cooked.

If it looks good on paper,

we're in the kill zone.

Lunch? Lunch is for wimps.

Billy,

I'll talk at you.

I'm Bud Fox.

So you say.

Nice meeting you.

I hope

you're intelligent.

Where did you

get these?

An airport connection.

So, what's on

your mind, kemo sabe?

Why am I

listening to you?

I've got to monitor

my blood pressure,

so don't upset me.

No, no, sir.

Within 45 seconds,

the microprocessor

computes your systolic

and diastolic

pressure.

Got an LCD readout.

Cost effective,

less than one visit

to a doctor.

I want to let you know

that I've read about you

at NYU business.

I think you're

an incredible genius.

I've dreamed of doing business

with a man like you.

What firm you with, pal?

Jackson-Steinem.

They're going places,

good junk bond department.

You're financing

that Janson investment?

Yeah.

We're working on

some interesting stuff.

Cosmetic company,

by any chance?

Are you 12th man

on the deal team?

I can't tell you that,

Mr. Gekko.

Why are you here?

Chart break out

on Whitewood-Young.

from the book.

Couple of 5% holders.

It's a dog.

Very strong management.

It's a dog.

What else you got?

Mr. Stevenson

in San Francisco.

He respond

to the offer?

What?

He's in Chicago.

What is Cromwell doing

giving a lecture tour

when he's losing

He must give lectures

on losing money.

If he owned a funeral parlor,

no one would die.

This turkey's

totally brain dead!

Christmas is over,

and business is business.

Dilute the son of a b*tch!

I want every orifice

in his f***ing body flowing red.

He's flowing, Gordo.

This guy's the best trader

on the streets.

Susan, get me the LBO analysis

on Teldar Paper, please.

Mr. Gekko,

your wife.

What else?

What else you got?

Tarafly.

Analysts don't like it,

I do.

The breakup value

is twice the market price.

Sell two divisions...

Not bad, but that's a dog

with different fleas.

Come on, pal.

Tell me something

I don't know.

It's my birthday.

Surprise me.

Bluestar.

What?

Bluestar Airlines.

Rings a bell somewhere.

So what?

It's a comer.

flies Florida...

Canada, uh,

Northeast, Caribbean,

great slots

in major cities.

I don't like airlines.

Lousy unions.

There was a crash

last year.

They just got a favorable ruling

on a lawsuit.

Even the plaintiffs

don't know.

How do you

know about it?

I just know.

The decision should

clear the way

for new planes

and route contracts.

There's only a small float.

Good for a five-point pop.

Just got 250,000 shares

at 181/4 from Janson.

I can pull twice that

from California pensions.

We're near

half a million shares.

Huh? The terminator!

Blow them away, Ollie!

I think we've got

the Beezer brothers coming in.

I'm working on

the Silverbergs.

Rip their f***ing

throats out!

Stuff them in

your garbage compactor!

Got a card?

Home number's

on the back.

Bud Fox,

I look at 100 deals a day.

I choose one.

I hope to hear

from you.

Thanks for the cigars.

We're going over 5% in Teldar.

Start the lawyers

on a tender offer at 13D.

We don't pay over 22.

They will fight.

Myers and Thromburg

are doing their legal.

Thanks, Natalie.

Have a nice day,

Mr. Fox.

Your conference call

is ready.

Mr. Sugarman

and Mr. Lorenzo in Delaware,

Mr. Jackson

and Ms. Roscoe in London.

But, please, I'm begging you.

I'm in a bind.

I've got all these

damn new computers,

and young men

are edging me out of here.

Hey, Bud,

did he see you?

Yeah, he saw right through me.

Cheer up, Buddy,

You shook Gekko

the great's hand,

and you still

got your fingers.

Did you get something

from him?

Teldar Paper, huh?

Nah. It's a dog with fleas.

Fox.

Where have you been

for the last three hours?

If I were you,

and I thank

my personal god I'm not,

I wouldn't be

chin-wagging.

Plenty of six-figure names

in that zip code file to cold call.

Aagh!

Got tickets

for the Knick game.

Cruise some chicks afterwards,

what do you say?

I've got charts

to read.

Come on.

Forget charts.

We're not fund managers.

Churn them and burn them.

I'm offering

the Knicks and chicks.

God help you before you turn in

to poor Steeples there.

Preferably

Lou Mannheim.

Nice guy, swell fella,

but he's a loser.

He lost all his equity

in the '71 recession.

You want to be pitching

in your late 60s?

Whatever happened

to that cute analyst,

Sidney, Susan?

Cindy.

Sex with her

was like reading

The Wall Street Journal.

She had a heartbeat.

I've got to get to work.

Zs today.

Call for you, Buddy!

Pick up two.

Bud Fox.

All right, Bud Fox,

I want you to buy 20,000 shares

of Bluestar

at 151/8th...

and don't

screw it up, sport.

Think you can

handle that?

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