Movie Quote of the Day – Boiler Room, 2000 (dir. Ben Younger)
Jim Young: Okay. Here’s the deal. I’m not here to waste your time. I certainly hope you’re not here to waste mine. So I’m gonna keep this short. If you become an employee of this firm, you will make your first million within three years. Okay? I’m going to repeat that: You will make a million dollars within three years of your first day of employment at J.T. Marlin. There is no question as to whether or not you’ll become a millionaire here. The only question is how many times over. You think I’m joking? I am not joking. I am a millionaire. It’s a weird thing to hear, right? I’ll tell ya. It’s a weird thing to say. I am a fucking millionaire. And guess how old I am. Twenty-seven. You know what that makes me here? A fuckin’ senior citizen. This firm is entirely comprised of people your age, not mine. Lucky for me, I happen to be very fucking good at my job, or I’d be out of one. You guys are the new blood. You’re gonna go home with the kessef. You are the future big swinging dicks of this firm. Now, you all look money hungry, and that’s good. Anybody tells you money is the root of all evil doesn’t fuckin’ have any. They say money can’t buy happiness? Look at the fuckin’ smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby. You want details? Fine. I drive a Ferrari 355 Cabriolet. What’s up? I have a ridiculous house in the South Fork. I have every toy you could possibly imagine, and best of all, kids, I am liquid. So, now you know what’s possible. Let me tell you what’s required. You are required to work your fucking ass off at this firm. We want winners here, not pikers. A piker walks at the bell. A piker asks how much vacation you get in the first year. Vacation time? People come and work at this firm for one reason: to become filthy rich. That’s it. We’re not here to make friends. We’re not savin’ the manatees here, guys. You want vacation time? Go teach third grade public school. Okay. The first three months at the firm are as a trainee. You make $150 a week. After you’re done training, you take the Series Seven. You pass that, you become junior broker and you open accounts for your team leader. You open 40 accounts, you start workin’ for yourself. Sky’s the limit. Word or two about being a trainee. Friends, parents, other brokers, they’re gonna give you shit. It’s true. $150 a week? Not a lot of money. Pay them no mind. You need to learn this business, and this is the time to do it. Once you pass the test, none of that’s gonna matter. Your friends are shit. Tell them you made 25 grand last month, they not gonna fucking believe you. Fuck them! Fuck ‘em! Parents don’t like the life you lead? “Fuck you, Mom and Dad.” See how it feels when you’re makin’ their fuckin’ Lexus payments. Now, go home and think about it. Think about whether it’s really for you. If you decide it isn’t. . .listen, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about. It’s not for everyone. Thanks. But if you really want this. . .you call me on Monday and we’ll talk. Just don’t waste my fuckin’ time. Okay. That’s it.