Wolf Street

See those little black boxes? They're called telephones. I'm going to let you on a little secret about these telephones. They're not going to dial themselves, okay? Without you, they're just worthless hunks of plastic. And in the case of the telephone, it's up to each and every one of you. My highly trained stratonites. My killers. My killers who will not take no for answer. My fucking warriors. Who will not hang up the phone until their client either buys or fucking dies! Yeah! Yeah! Let me tell you something. There is nobility in poverty. I've been a rich man and I have been a poor man, and I choose rich every fucking time. Because at least as a rich man, when I have to face my problems, I show up in the back of a limo wearing a $2,000 suit and a $40,000 gold fucking watch. Oh! Hey boys, look it out! Hit them! Hit them! Fuck off, honey! Now if anyone here thinks I'm superficial or materialistic, go get a job at fucking McDonald's because that's where you fucking belong. But before you depart this room full of winners, I want you to take a good look at the person next to you. Go on. Because sometime in the not so distant future, you're going to be pulling up to a red light and you beat up old fucking Pinot. And that person is going to be pulling up right alongside you in that brand new Porsche, with that beautiful wife by the side who's got big voluptuous tits. And who are you going to be sitting next to? Some disgusting wildebeest with three days of razor stubble and a sleeveless moomoo crammed in next to you and a carload full of groceries from the fucking price club. That's who you're going to be sitting next to. So you listen to me and you listen well. Are you behind on your credit card bills? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing. Is your landlord ready to evict you? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing. Does your girlfriend think you're a fucking worthless loser? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing. I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich! All you have to do today is pick up that phone and speak the words that I have taught you. And I will make you richer than the most powerful CEO in the United States of fucking America. I want you to go out there and I want you to ram Steve Madden stock down your client's throats till they fucking choke on it. Till they choke on it and they buy a hundred thousand shares. That's what I want tonight. You be ferocious. You be relentless. You be telephone fucking tellerette. Now let's knock this motherfucker out of the park!