Shelley: "When we were on Rio Rancho, who was the top man, huh? For what, oh, two months, three months? How about eight months, for three years in a row! Huh? On what, luck, was that it, John? Or purloined bleeping leads? It was talent!"
Shelley: "Door to door. It's called 'cold calling,' John. bleep, I don't even know their name. They don't want to buy what I've got. Soft sell-- bleep, we were doing it before we had a name for it. Am I right?"
Ricky: "You're right, you're right, Shel."
Shelley: "You wouldn't you cock-- Jesus, he doesn't even know what a streak is. What the hell are you? You're a bleeping secretary. bleep you! Yeah, that's my message to you, bleep you and kiss my ass. And if you don't like that, baby, I go across the street and speak to Jerry Graff. Period. bleep you. Now, listen to me, you put me on that bleeping board and I want three promissing leads for today, and I don't want any bullbleep about 'em, and I want 'em close together, because I am going to close them all. And that's all I have to say to you."
Ricky: "He's right, Williamson."