Just tell them that.
Tell them my reasons.
Tell them why.
End of tape four...
February 22, 1974.
One, two, three.
is both pure and honest.
And that is why I have chosen you...
My name is Sam Bicke.
If I am lucky...
will show the powerful...
has in him...
These come in brown?
We do have that in a brown.|And a harvest gold. And an avocado.
Are you interested in that chair?
This is a Naugahyde,|very good for avoiding stains.
I look like that big a slob?
This doesn't come in leather, huh?
Not this chair...
- Jack Jones.|- Bill Wilson.
Bill, what our new associate's trying|to explain, I think is...
that this is leather|with a Naugahyde coating.
No extra cost. How does it feel?
It is comfy.
- You know what you look like sitting there?|- What?
You look like the boss. Are you the boss?
I got my own place.
No, he didn't...
Write the gentleman up.
Tuesday's probably better.
Mr. Bernstein, sir...
there are times that I have felt alone|on this planet.
And that's how they want us, isn't it?
Alone. Divided. Weak.
- To our new closer.|- Hear, hear.
You smell something? I do.
I smell success. And you've got the odor.
All right, Sam.
Why do I say that to you, Sam?
Well, I certainly am trying.
Got nothing to do with trying. It's believing.
When you believe in what you're selling,|you succeed.
Because then you're not selling.|You see what I'm saying?
It's a gift. I've got it.|Marty's got it. You may have it.
I can believe in anything.|Isn't that right, Marty?
That man, right there.
on himself. Twice.
In '68, it was...
He said he would end the war.
He would get us out of Vietnam.|And what did he do?
He sent another 100,000 troops...
and then he bombed|the living shit out of them.
That's what he did.|Now, what did Nixon run on last year?
Ending the war in Vietnam. And he won.|By a landslide.
That is a salesman. He made a promise.|He didn't deliver.
And then he sold us|on the same exact promise.
All over again. That's believing in yourself.
These are for you. Read them.
These, you listen to.
While you're driving. While you're shaving.
While you're taking a shit in the morning.
You gotta believe, Sam.
These will make you a salesman.
I guarantee it.
You have as much as you think you have.
If you don't think you have any, you don't.
And someday that will be yourself.
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