John Tuld: So, what you're telling me, is that the music is about to stop, and we're going to be left holding the biggest bag of odorous excrement ever assembled in the history of capitalism.
Peter Sullivan: Sir, I not sure that I would put it that way, but let me clarify using your analogy. What this model shows is the music, so to speak, just slowing. If the music were to stop, as you put it, then this model wouldn't even be close to that scenario. It would be considerably worse.
John Tuld: Let me tell you something, Mr. Sullivan. Do you care to know why I'm in this chair with you all? I mean, why I earn the big bucks.
Peter Sullivan: Yes.
John Tuld: I'm here for one reason and one reason alone. I'm here to guess what the music might do a week, a month, a year from now. That's it. Nothing more. And standing here tonight, I'm afraid that I don't hear - a - thing. Just... Silence.
Will Emerson: Jesus, Seth. Listen, if you really wanna do this with your life you have to believe you're necessary and you are. People wanna live like this in their cars and big fuckin' houses they can't even pay for, then you're necessary. The only reason that they all get to continue living like kings is cause we got our fingers on the scales in their favor. I take my hand off and then the whole world gets really fuckin' fair really fuckin' quickly and nobody actually wants that. They say they do but they don't. They want what we have to give them but they also wanna, you know, play innocent and pretend they have no idea where it came from. Well, that's more hypocrisy than I'm willing to swallow, so fuck em. Fuck normal people. You know, the funny thing is, tomorrow if all of this goes tits up they're gonna crucify us for being too reckless but if we're wrong, and everything gets back on track? Well then, the same people are gonna laugh till they piss their pants cause we're gonna all look like the biggest pussies God ever let through the door.
Seth Bregman: Do you think we're gonna be wrong?
Will Emerson: No, they're all fucked.
Seth Bregman: Who is that guy?
Will Emerson: Sam's boss.
Seth Bregman: He looks like he's fifteen years old.
Will Emerson: He's forty.
Seth Bregman: Yeah, how does that happen?
Will Emerson: Oh, it happens all the time. Except to me.
Sam Rogers: You are panicking.
John Tuld: If you're first out the door, that's not called panicking.
Will Emerson: Listen, nothing I'm gonna say is going to make you feel any better. It's just going to suck for a while and then you'll be fine.
John Tuld: Maybe you could tell me what is going on. And please, speak as you might to a young child. Or a golden retriever. It wasn't brains that brought me here; I assure you that.
Will Emerson: You know, the feeling that people experience when they stand on the edge like this isn't the fear of falling - it's the fear that they might jump.
John Tuld: There are three ways to make a living in this business: be first, be smarter, or cheat.
Answer: He is just the only one shown doing so. Everyone in the "Fire Sale" room, is basically done for and they know it. the company will keep the best of the best (or those critical to the company's ability to function) and lay off the rest.
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