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Ricky Roma (Character)
from Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)

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Glengarry Glen Ross (1992)
Ricky Roma: How was her crumbcake?
Shelley Levene: Hmm? Oh... from the store.
Ricky Roma: Fuck her.

Ricky Roma: They say that it was so hot in the city today, grown men were walking up to cops on street corners begging them to shoot them.

Ricky Roma: Who said 'fuck the machine'?
Dave Moss: Fuck the machine? Fuck the machine? FUCK THE MACHINE! What is this, courtesy class?

Ricky Roma: You're fuckin' shit.

[Dave Moss explodes at Ricky Roma and shouts]
Dave Moss: You're fucked, Rick. Are you fucking nuts? You're hot, so you think you're the ruler of this place.
Shelley Levene: Now wait a minute, Dave.
Dave Moss: Shut up!
Shelley Levene: Okay...
Dave Moss: You want to decide who should be dealt with how, is that it? I come in the fucking office today, I get humiliated by some jag-off cop. I get accused of... I get the shit thrown in my face by you, you genuine shit, because you're top name on the board?
Ricky Roma: Is that what I did, Dave? I humiliated you? Oh my God, I'm sorry.
Dave Moss: Sitting on top of the world. Sitting on top of the world, everything's fuckin' peach fuzz.
Ricky Roma: And I don't get a moment to spare for some bust-out humanitarian down on his luck lately?
Dave Moss: Oh, fuck...
Ricky Roma: [cutting him off] Fuck you, Dave. You know you got a big mouth. You make a close, this whole place stinks with your farts for a week - how much you just ingested. Oh, what a big man you are! "Hey, let me buy you a pack of gum. I'll show you how to chew it." Whoof! You're pal closes, and all that comes out of your mouth is bile. Ooh, how fucked-up you are!
Dave Moss: Who's my pal, Ricky? Hmm? What are you? And what are you, Ricky? Huh? Bishop Sheen? What the fuck are you, Mr. Slick? Who - what the fuck are you, "Friend to the working man"? Big deal! FUCK YOU! You got the memory of a fuckin' fly! I never liked you, anyway.
Ricky Roma: What is this, your farewell speech?
Dave Moss: I'm going home.
Ricky Roma: Your farewell to the troops?
Dave Moss: I'm not going home. I'm going to Wisconsin.
Ricky Roma: Have a good trip.
Dave Moss: Aw, fuck you! Fuck the lot of you! Fuck you all!
Ricky Roma: [to Shelley] You were saying?
Shelley Levene: Huh?

[after learning that the Lingk sale has been filed]
Ricky Roma: You filed it, that puts me over the fuckin' top, I want my Cadillac. I don't wanna hear no fuckin' shit and I don't give a shit. Lingk puts me over the top. You filed it, it went downtown, now you owe me the car.

Ricky Roma: All train compartments smell vaguely of shit. It gets so you don't mind it. That's the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die you're going to regret the things you don't do. You think you're queer? I'm going to tell you something: we're all queer. You think you're a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You fuck little girls, so be it. There's an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don't think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won't live in it. That's me.
Ricky Roma: You ever take a dump made you feel like you'd just slept for twelve hours?

Ricky Roma: WHAT YOU'RE HIRED FOR, is to help us... does that seem clear to you? TO HELP US, not to... FUCK-US-UP... to help those who are going out there to try to earn a living... You fairy. You company man.

Ricky Roma: You never open your mouth until you know what the shot is.

George Aaronow: When I talk to the police I get nervous.
Ricky Roma: Yes. You know who doesn't?
George Aaronow: Who?
Ricky Roma: Thieves.

[Ricky Roma gets a lead from Williamson with a familiar "deadbeat" name]
Ricky Roma: Patel? Ravadem Patel? How am I gonna make a livin' on these deadbeats? Where did you get this one from the morgue?
Williamson: Look I'm...
Ricky Roma: Oh come on, what's the point? What's the fucking point in any case I gotta argue with you, I gotta knock heads with the cops, I'm busting my balls sell your dirt to deadbeats.
[waves the Lead]
Ricky Roma: Money in the mattress.

Ricky Roma: You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead.

Williamson: [handing Roma lead cards] I'm giving you three leads...
Ricky Roma: Three? No, I count two.
Williamson: There's three leads there.
Ricky Roma: "Patel"? Fuck you. Fucking Shiva handed this guy a million dollars, told him "Sign the deal!" he wouldn't sign. And the god Vishnu too, into the bargain. Fuck you, John! You know your business, I know mine. Your business is being an asshole. I find out whose fucking cousin you are, I'm going to go to him and figure out a way to have your ass - fuck you!
[throws the cards at Williamson]
Ricky Roma: I'm waiting for the new leads.

Ricky Roma: I subscribe to the law of contrary public opinion... If everyone thinks one thing, then I say, bet the other way...

[Williamson shuts the door in Ricky's face]
Ricky Roma: Fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! Williamson! Williamson! Open this fucking door!

George Aaronow: I'm no fuckin' good.
Ricky Roma: Hey, cut that shit George. You're a good man, you just hit a bad streak.
George Aaronow: You think so?

Dave Moss: Cop couldn't find his dick with two hands and a map.
Ricky Roma: What'd he beat you with his rubber bat?
Dave Moss: He's got no right. Cop's got no right to speak to me like that.
Ricky Roma: You gonna turn state's
Dave Moss: Fuck you, Rick.
Ricky Roma: HAH!

Ricky Roma: I'm going to tell you something. Your life is your own. You have a contract with your wife? You have certain things you do jointly? Bond there. And there are other things, and those things are yours. And you needn't feel ashamed, you needn't feel that you're being untrue. Or that *she* would abandon you if she knew. This is *your* life.

Shelley Levene: Get the chalk. Hey! Get the chalk... get the chalk! I did it! I closed 'em! I closed the cocksucker. Get the chalk, put me on the board, John. Put me on the Cadillac board, huh? Pick up the fuckin' chalk! Rick. Eight units. Mountain View.
Ricky Roma: You sold eight Mountain View?
Shelley Levene: You bet your ass. Who wants to go to lunch? Who wants to go to lunch? I'm buying.

George Aaronow: They found the guy who broke into the office?
Ricky Roma: No. I don't know.

Ricky Roma: Wait, wait. wait. Where are the phones?
George Aaronow: They stole.
Ricky Roma: They stole?
George Aaronow: What kind of an outfit is when...
Ricky Roma: They stole the phones.
George Aaronow: ...criminals come and they, they... take, they steal the phones!
Ricky Roma: They stole the leads, they stole the phones, they stole the... uh... Christ. What am I going to this month? Shit!

Williamson: We had a slightly burglary last night.
Ricky Roma: It's nothing. I was just assuring Mr. Lingk...
Williamson: Lingk? James Lingk? Your contract went out. Nothing to worry about.
Ricky Roma: John, John...
Williamson: Your contract went out to the bank.
James Lingk: You cashed my check?
Williamson: We...
Ricky Roma: Mr. Williamson?
Williamson: The check was cashed, the contract was filed and deposited in the bank and we're completely insured in any case, as you know.
James Lingk: [to Roma] You cashed the check?
Ricky Roma: Not to my knowledge. No.
Williamson: I'm sure we can...
Ricky Roma: Not to my knowledge.
James Lingk: I-I... Oh Christ! Hey don't follow me. Just don't follow me, okay? I let you down. I know I let you down. I'm sorry. Forgive me. I don't know. I, I don't know anymore... Forgive me.

Ricky Roma: [to Williamson] OH I'm going to have your job, shithead. I'm going downtown and talk to Mitch & Murrray, and I'm going to Lemkin! I don't care whose nephew you are, who you know, whose dick you're sucking on. You're going out, I swear to you, you're going...
Detective: Hey, fella, let's get this done...
Ricky Roma: Anyone in this office lives on their wits...
[to the detective]
Ricky Roma: I'm going to be with you in a second.

Williamson: Where are you going?
Ricky Roma: To the restaurant. What do you fucking care?
Williamson: Aren't you going out today?
Ricky Roma: With what? John. With what? Answer me! They stole the Glengarry leads, they stole Rio Rancho.
Williamson: I have the stuff from last year's file.
Ricky Roma: Oh oh oh... your nostalgia file. Oh great. That's great, cause you know I don't have to...
Williamson: Do you want to go out today...?
Ricky Roma: I don't have to eat this month. Great. Give it to me. Bring 'em. C'mon.
[to himself]
Ricky Roma: Fucking Mitch & Murray and a shit ape!

Ricky Roma: I come back and you can't even keep the contract safe!

Ricky Roma: How are you?
George Aaronow: Fine. You mean the board? You mean, you mean on the board?
Ricky Roma: Yes, okay. The board.
George Aaronow: I'm fucked on the board. I can't... I can't... I can't... my mind must be in other places cause I can't uh...
Ricky Roma: What? You can't do what?
George Aaronow: I can't close them.
Ricky Roma: [on the leads George shows him] Are they old? Look, look, look, look at the shit they're giving you. Uh.
George Aaronow: Yes.
Ricky Roma: Uh.
George Aaronow: They're all old.
Ricky Roma: They're ancient.
George Aaronow: Clear...
Ricky Roma: "Clear Meadows". This shit's dead.
George Aaronow: It is dead.
Ricky Roma: Waste of time.
George Aaronow: Yes.

Dave Moss: Did they steal the contracts?
Ricky Roma: The fuck you care?
Shelley Levene: [retelling to Roma his sales deal] "Harriet, I wanna tell you something..."
Dave Moss: What's that supposed to mean?
Shelley Levene: Will you shut up? I'm telling him something.
George Aaronow: [George gets in] Can we get some coffee?
Dave Moss: How you're doing?
George Aaronow: Fine.
Dave Moss: Uh huh.
George Aaronow: If anybody's going out, I could use some coffee.
[George exits]
Shelley Levene: [still telling his story] You do get the opportunity.
Dave Moss: [to Ricky] The fuck that's supposed to mean?
Shelley Levene: You DO get the opportunities, you get it as I get it, as everybody get it.
Dave Moss: Rick, did I don't care that they stole the contracts?
Shelley Levene: Now, I had them on the kitchen and I'm eating their crubcakes...
Dave Moss: What does that mean?
Ricky Roma: It means, Dave, you haven't closed a good one in a month! None of my business you wanna push me to answer you. So, you haven't got a contract to get stolen so far.

Ricky Roma: You stupid fucking cunt. You, Williamson, I'm talking to you, shithead. You just cost me $6,000. Six thousand dollars, and one Cadillac. That's right. What are you going to do about it? What are you going to do about it, asshole? You're fucking shit. Where did you learn your trade, you stupid fucking cunt, you idiot? Who ever told you that you could work with men? Oh, I'm gonna have your job, shithead. I'm going downtown to talk to Mitch and Murray, I'm going to Lemkin. I don't care who's nephew you are, who you know, who's dick you're sucking on, you're going out. I swear to you, you're going...
Detective: Hey, fella, let's get this done.
Ricky Roma: Anyone in this office lives on his wits.
Ricky Roma: [to the detective] I'm going to be with you in a second.
Ricky Roma: [to Williamson] what you're hired for is to help us. Does that seem clear to you? To help us, not fuck us up. To help men who are going out there to try to earn a living, you fairy. You company man. I'll tell you something else, I hope you rip the joint off, I can tell your friend here a little something might help him to catch you. You want to learn the first rule? You'd know if you spent a day in your life. Don't ever open your mouth 'till you know what the shot is. You're a fucking child.
Shelley Levene: [after Roma leaves the room] You are a shithead, Williamson. If you can't think on you're feet you should keep your mouth closed.