Greg: "What's goin' on? I'm lookin' at 200,000 shares moved, pal. I wanna know if we're part of it? We'd better be, or I'm gonna come down and eat your lunch for ya. Back in two, Alex."
Jim: "Look. I loved it at forty. Fifty? It's an insult. Their analysts? They don't know a preferred stock from livestock. They wait till it goes down, and like gumdrops and sperm counts..."
Chris: "This is the kid. Calls me 59 days in a row. Wants to be a player. Oughta be a picture of you in the dictionary under 'Persistant', kid. Yeah? Now, listen, Jerry, I'm looking for negative control. Okay? No more than 30, 35 percent. Just enough to block anybody else's merger plans and find out from the inside if the books are cooked. Looks this good on paper, we're in the kill zone, pal. Lock and load. Lunch? Aw, You gotta be kidding. Lunch is for wimps. Okay, Fidel, I'll talk at you."