The Wolf of Wallstreet is one of the best movies to watch if your’e in the field of sales and stock trading. It motivates you that you can still make a killing in the industry only if you work hard at it.
I think the movie really inspires us to continue to aim high towards our dreams and to never lose hope in going after them. To help us stay motivated and inspired, I’ve put together a collection of quotes from the movie. Enjoy.
Jordan Belfort: On a daily basis I consume enough drugs to sedate Manhattan, Long Island, and Queens for a month. I take Quaaludes 10-15 times a day for my “back pain”, Adderall to stay focused, Xanax to take the edge off, pot to mellow me out, cocaine to wake me back up again, and morphine… Well, because it’s awesome.
Jordan Belfort: Let me tell you something. There’s no nobility in poverty. I’ve been a rich man and I’ve been a poor man. And I choose rich every fucking time.
Jordan Belfort: Still, give them to me young, hungry, and stupid. And in no time, I will make them rich.
Jordan Belfort: At least as a rich man when I have to face my problems I show up at the back of a limo wearing a $2,000 suit and a $40,000 gold fucking watch.
Mark Hanna: The name of the game; move the money from the client’s pocket into your pocket.
Jordan: Right. But, if you can make your clients money at the same time it’s advantageous to everyone, correct?
Mark Hanna: No. Number one rule of Wall Street: Nobody – Okay, if you’re Warren Buffett or Jimmy Buffett – Nobody knows if the stock’s going to go up, down, sideways, or in fucking circles, least of all stockbrokers. It’s all a Fugazzi. You know what a Fugazzi is?
Jordan: It’s, uh… “Fugazi”, it’s a fake…
Mark Hanna: Fugazi, Fugazzi. It’s a wazzy, it’s a woozy. It’s [whistles] fairy dust. It doesn’t exist. It’s Neverlanded. It is no matter. It’s not on the elemental chart. It’s not fucking real. Stay with me. We don’t create shit. We don’t build anything. So if you’ve got a client who bought stock at 8 and it now sits at 16, and he’s all fuckin’ happy. He wants to cash in, liquidate, take his fuckin’ money and run home. You don’t let him do that, because that would make it real. 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, because they’re fucking addicted. And then you just keep doing this, again and 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!
“You see money doesnt just buy you a better life, better food, better cars, better women, it makes you actually a better person. You can give generously to your church or political party of your choice.”
Just like that I made two grand, the other guys looked at me like I just discovered fire.
I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich.
I’m a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside Queens. The year I turned 26 as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made 49 million dollars, which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week.