Blake: "You got leads. Mitch & Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, you are shit, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going out."
Shelley Levene: "The leads are weak."
Blake: "'The leads are weak.'" The fucking leads are weak? You're weak. I've been in this business fifteen years..."
Dave Moss: "What's your name?"
Blake: "Fuck you! That's my name!"
Blake: "You know why, mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an eighty thousand dollar BMW. That's my name. And your name is "you're wanting," and you can't play the man's game, you can't close them, and then tell your wife your troubles. 'Cause only one thing counts in this world: get them to sign on the line which is dotted. Got that, you fuckin' faggots?"