Ivan Block: This is your job. You want a clear conscience, go start a charity. But if you want your own island and your boss says you gotta go out there and take a beating, you go out there, take it and come back to work and say, 'do you need me to do it again?
Ivan Block: How is it going, fellas?
Agent Shavers: Better than you.
Richie Furst: You really saw me coming, didn't you? The cars, the boats, the money, everything. You handpicked me, and you slow-played it perfectly.
Ivan Block: What did you expect me to do, Richie? Walk into my party, accuse me of cheating in front of all my friends. I can't let that go by. That's the problem with your generation. You guys sat around with your vintage T-shirts and your participation medal, and you never did anything.
Richie Furst: Holy shit, those are crocodiles.
Ivan Block: Basically, this place is to crocodiles what Goldman Sachs is to pricks with skinny ties. There's just a fuckin' ton of them.
