A: How much is enough?
B: It's not a question of enough, pal. It's a zero sum game, somebody wins, somebody loses. Money itself isn't lost or made, it's simply transferred from one perception to another.
If your enemy is superior, evade him. If angry, irritate him. If equally matched, fight, and if not split and and reevaluate.
When you've had money and lost it, it can be much worse than never having had it at all!
The point is ladies and gentlemen that greed, for lack of a better word, is good.
What's worth doing is worth doing for money.
I'm talking about liquid. Rich enough to have your own jet. Rich enough not to waste time. Fifty, a hundred million dollars, buddy. A player. Or nothing.
If you need a friend, get a dog.
You see that building? I bought that building ten years ago. My first real estate deal. Sold it two years later, man an $800,000 profit. It was better than sex. At the time I thought that was all the money in the world. Now it's a day's pay.
Ever wonder why fund managers can't beat the S&P 500? Cause they're sheep, and sheep get slaughtered.
Money's only something you need in case you don't die tomorrow...
It's all about bucks, kid. The rest is conversation.
There's no nobility in poverty.
Kid, you're on a roll. Enjoy it while it lasts, cause it never does.
Having sex with her was like reading the Wall St. Journal.
We're all just one trade away from humility.
You and I are the same. We are smart enough not to buy in to the oldest myth running; love. Diction created by people to keep them from jumping out of windows.
Everybody tells you they hate the upper East Side. They wanna live on the West Side. But believe me, when it's resale time, the East Side moves all the time. I mean what do you got on the West Side? Sean and Madonna?
That's the one thing you have to remember about WASPs: they love animals and hate people.
(Wall Street (1987) )
The only job you'll ever have on the Street is sweeping it.
It's not about the money - It's about the game.
The mother of all evil is speculation.
Idealism kills every deal.
Bulls make money. Bears make money. Pigs? They get slaughtered.
Money is a bitch that never sleeps!
Every thief has an excuse.
You know what they say, "Parents are the bone on which children sharpen their teeth."
It's not about the money. It's about the game between people.
(Wall Street Money Never Sleeps (2010))
Children and dogs are as necessary to the welfare of the country as Wall Street and the railroads.
After spending many years in Wall Street and after making and losing millions of dollars I want to tell you this: It never was my thinking that made the big money for me. It always was my sitting.
Let Wall Street have a nightmare and the whole country has to help get them back in bad again.
The American father is never seen in London. He passes his life entirely in Wall Street and communicates with his family once a month by means of a telegram in cipher.
There is an idea, broadly held on Wall Street, that names with X's are more memorable and tend to capture the attention of analysts. It's not held by us.
The terrible, cold, cruel part is Wall Street. Rivers of gold flow there from all over the earth, and death comes with it. There, as nowhere else, you feel a total absence of the spirit herds of men who cannot count past three, herds more who cannot get past six, scorn for pure science and demoniacal respect for the present. And the terrible thing is that the crowd that fills the street believes that the world will always be the same and that it is their duty to keep that huge machine running, day and night forever. This is what comes of a Protestant morality, that I as a (thank God) typical Spaniard, found unnerving.
On Wall Street he and a few others - how many? three hundred, four hundred, five hundred? had become precisely that... Masters of the Universe.