Stock Broker - Name of the game.

 You want to know

what money sounds like?

Go to a trading floor on Wall Street.

Name of the game.

Move the money from

your client's pocket into your pocket.

Right.

But if you make your clients

money at the same time,

it's advantageous to everyone. Correct?

No.

Number one rule of Wall Street.

Nobody...

I don't care if you're Warren Buffett

or if you're Jimmy Buffett.

Nobody knows if a stock is gonna go up,

down, sideways, or in fucking circles.

Least of all stockbrokers, right?

It's all a fugazi.

You know what a fugazi is?

Fugayzi. It's a fake.

Fugayzi, fugazi,

it's a whazy, it's a woozy, it's...

Fairy dust. It doesn't exist.

It's never landed. It is no matter.

It's not on the elemental chart.

It's not fucking real.

- Right?

- Right.

Stay with me.

We don't create shit.

We don't build anything.

No.

So if you got a client

who bought stock at eight

and it now sits at 16,

he's all fucking happy.

He wants to cash in, liquidate,

take his fucking money and run home.

- You don't let him do that.

- Okay.

- 'Cause that would make it real.

- Right.

No. What do you do?

You get another brilliant idea.

A special idea.

Another "situation." Another stock

to reinvest his earnings and then some.

And he will, every single time.

Cause they're fucking addicted.

And you just keep doing this,

again and again and again.

Meanwhile, he thinks

he's getting shit rich,

which he is, on paper.

But you and me, the brokers,

we're taking home cold hard cash

via commission, motherfucker.

Right.