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in my hands before.

You spend it. Somebody has to keep

our economy going.

Well, get out of my office.

Thank you.

SALESMAN:
Princess cut.

Platinum-banded, one and a half carat.

There's nothing quite like a ring...

Can you take me to the money room?

You mean the private client foyer?

That's it.

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN:
Olga from Russia, with love.

How are you?

WAITRESS:
Shots or champagne, guys?

(GIRLS LAUGHING)

She was scoping you for the kill, bro.

Perfect. An 11, man. Gisele time.

No. This is...

ROBBY:
Wow. You're serious.

Yeah.

So young, and already pricing yourself

off the market.

- 'Tron?

- Shots.

So when are you gonna ask her?

She's not that crazy

about marriage, you know.

I mean, look at her parents.

ROBBY:
A girl's got to get it straight

with her pop, don't you think?

- What if you have kids?

- Yeah, it's going be tough.

Did you hear what he said on TV

the other night?

"Home loan defaults are just the first

raindrop in the mother of all storms."

Christ. Sour grapes, this man.

The guy is a legend. Gordon the Gekko.

He's speaking next week

up at your old alma mater, Fordham.

Watch yourself.

- ROBBY:
Hey buddy, get a cane.

- Come on, come on.

A few of us are going up after work

to check him out. Come along.

I can't. Winnie, you know.

The only God you worship is Zabel.

I don't worship the man.

He got me a seat at the table.

The word is he's stuck with a ton of toxic

sub-prime debt off the balance sheet.

Billions. Can't find a bid for it.

Yeah, so what?

So, buddy, it don't matter

if the rumors are true or not.

Because in this climate,

it's what buyers believe.

And where there's smoke, there's fire.

- I'll make you a bet right now.

- Go.

I got a million dollars

left of my bonus, okay?

- Mmm-hmm.

- It's yours tomorrow a.m.

You put it in KZI shares.

You leverage that to the max.

That's how much I believe

in this company.

Did you not hear me?

Listen, as your only friend left

from a place in Long Island no one can

remember, let alone pronounce,

I'm telling you,

you're acting like your mama.

Don't do that. Leave her out of this.

Plus, why would he spot-bonus me

right now if we were in trouble, huh?

It makes no sense.

Look, you don't want to

make any money on this, fine.

- I'm sure Harry Shapiro would love to.

- Okay, okay.

I'm a hooker, too. Send it to me.

You're still young enough to recover.

I'll ream you on the commission.

(LAUGHS) I'm gonna love

the look on your face

when I make so much money off this.

I'll have no choice but to walk away.

MALE NEWS ANCHOR: Guys, we're looking

at an unprecedented meltdown here.

I've never seen anything like it...

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