Cadillac Man Page #2

Dad's got a big heart,

so maybe one or two others.

What are you talking about?

We're the guys.

We made this place.

Come on, Joey. Read the sign.

Big Jack Turgeon made the place.

He made you. He taught you how

to sell and he made you rich.

You'd still be rich if you

didn't blow it on babes.

I'm having a few problems,

some of them personal.

But I'm working them out.

I'll be back better than ever.

Well, get back by tomorrow

because you've got to...

close a dozen units to make

an impression on the old man.

Otherwise, you're gone.

What are you talking about,

twelve units by tomorrow?

Yeah, today and tomorrow.

Today's dead. No one's

gonna come in today...

if they know they can

get it tomorrow on sale.

Well, I know. Get on

your horse, cowboy.

Well, I know. Get on

your horse, cowboy.

Call all your old clients,

I'll toss you a few leads.

Do whatever you've got to do

to get people in here.

You've got to sell,

sell, sell, Joey.

It would be terrible

if you werert here anymore.

It'd be a total

f***ing disaster.

Wake up over there.

Wash my car, will you?

Do a good job for once.

I don't care

who your old man is.

Chopsticks. I'm buying.

I'm not talking

about this bullshit now.

Humor him. We'll make it

like the old days.

Anything can happen.

Look at Russia.

If things don't

work out here...

I can sell Lincolns

in Lithuania.

That's a good idea.

Brought that color

right around, huh?

You stop talking now.

Time to eat.

Helen.

Shu mai pork.

Give me some of those shrimp.

Back off. That's not for you.

That's for better table.

This one's for you.

Three, maybe, huh?

Two. Ain't gonna

buy out that easy.

Three! You big man.

You need to eat a lot.

What, are you

working on commission?

I mean, you'd sell

the soles off your feet.

You shut up.

You no mess with me, OK?

You have any cat today?

No more. Finish,

but this is special for you.

This monkey brain.

Helen, that's not

the monkey's brain.

Look at that. That's

a different part of the monkey.

Stop playing with it.

Now, eat it.

This... the bear's balls.

You shut up. Eat.

Honey. Do it again.

And then he got a car.

You boys talking dirty again?

Mrs. Turgeon wants

you to call her, now.

Wife calls, crack the balls.

Hey, that's my mother, Benny.

You guys want me

to keep treating lunch...

just remember,

you have to sell...

every damn car

on my lot tomorrow...

because if I'm not making,

you're not making.

So let's hear

the company motto.

Nobody gets out alive!

How the hell am I gonna sell

twelve cars by tomorrow?

Twelve cars in one day?

That's impossible.

I don't know.

Maybe it can be done.

Maybe I'm the guy to do it.

What am I doing?

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