The secret of being a top-notch con man is being able to know what the mark wants, and how to make him think he's getting it.
Will Turner: This is either madness... or brilliance. Jack Sparrow: It's remarkable how often those two traits coincide.
[first lines] Al Bernstein: Welcome back, everybody, to the 1997 World Series of Poker, where Stu "The Kid" Ungar is attempting to make one of the greatest comebacks in poker history, by winning the no-limit Texas Hold'em Championship a record third time. Andrew N.S. Glazer: And Al, the amazing thing about this is, that Stuey would be achieving that feat after sixteen years of personal struggle, where victories were really few and far between. Al Bernstein: And standing between Stuey and history is John Stremp, a local casino executive who's shown remarkable fortitude, actually, in making it to this point. And here it is, Stu is raising enough to put Stremp all in. Andrew N.S. Glazer: This could be it, Al. If Stremp wins, it'll change the tide of the tournament. If Stuey wins, he's got the championship again after sixteen long years.
Robert Spritzel: [Robert Spritz drives up] Weatherman! [Dave prepares to be hit with food] Dave Spritz: [Dave gets in his father's car] Hey. Robert Spritzel: Hi. Dave Spritz: Are you all right? Robert Spritzel: Yeah. Umm, I just wanted you to... Dave Spritz: What? [Robert Spritz begins playing Bob Seger's "Like a Rock"] Robert Spritzel: I don't really get it. Am I following it? Dave Spritz: It was just a lead up to other things I wanted to say. Here's the part. ["... And I held firm to what I felt was right like a rock...”] Dave Spritz: I wanted to talk about that part... about you. That's like you. [pauses] Dave Spritz: I got the job. Robert Spritzel: New York? [Dave Spritz nods his head yes] Robert Spritzel: That's terrific. That's a remarkable income. That's more money than I ever made, that salary. Dave Spritz: Yeah. Robert Spritzel: That's quite an American accomplishment. Dave Spritz: Thanks. Robert Spritzel: Are you okay? Dave Spritz: I can't knuckle down. Noreen's marrying Russ. Dave Spritz: There's nothing to knuckle down on, so... I can't fucking knuckle down. Robert Spritzel: Your hand... Dave Spritz: I just saw Mike's counselor. Robert Spritzel: Mike mentioned that you were gonna fix this business up. He's in no trouble? [Dave shakes his head no] Robert Spritzel: Good job. Your hand okay? Dave Spritz: It's okay. Robert Spritzel: You certain? Dave Spritz: Don't worry.
Forrester: What's your name? Jamal: Jamal Wallace. Forrester: Sounds like some kind of marmalade. How old are you? Jamal: I'm sixteen. Forrester: Sixteen? And you're black. It's remarkable. Jamal: "Remarkable"? It's remarkable that I'm black? What does me being black have to do with anything? Forrester: You don't know what to do right now, do you? If you say what you really want to, I may not read any more of this. But if you let me run you down with this racist bullshit... what does that make you? Jamal: I'm not playing this game, man. Forrester: I say you are playing it. An expression is worth a thousand words. Perhaps in your case, just two.
[Barry looks around... ] Barry: Healthy Choice and American Airlines got together and put this promotion: If you buy any 10 Healthy Choice products, they will reward you with 500 frequent flier miles; with this special coupon, they'll up it to 1,000 miles. So, I think they are trying to push their teriyaki chicken which is $1.79, but I went to the supermarket and I looked around and I saw that they had pudding... for 25¢ a cup... comes in packages of four. But insanely... the barcodes... are on the individual cups! So, quarter a cup, say you bought $2.50 worth. That's worth 500... with the coupon it's 1,000 miles. It's a marketing mistake but I'm taking advantage of it. If you were to spend $3,000, that would get you a million frequent flier miles. You would never have to pay for a ticket the rest of your life. Lena: You... you bought all that pudding so that you could get frequent flier miles?
Elaine Miller: Adolescence is a marketing tool.
Your brand is formed primarily, not by what your company says about itself, but what the company does.
Mike McDermott: In "Confessions of a Winning Poker Player," Jack King said, "Few players recall big pots they have won, strange as it seems, but every player can remember with remarkable accuracy the outstanding tough beats of his career." It seems true to me, cause walking in here, I can hardly remember how I built my bankroll, but I can't stop thinking of how I lost it.
Marie: I'd like to welcome Alan Rathbone from York. He's here to tell us about the history of the milk marketing board.
Dr. Facilier: [Appearing to read Prince Naveen's palm] Were I a betting man- And I'm not, I stay away from games of chance- I'd wager I'm in the company of visiting royalty. Prince Naveen: [Amazed] Lawrence, Lawrence! This remarkable gentleman has just read my palm! Lawrence: [Noticing the morning newspaper, which had a cover story about Naveen's visit, sticking out of Dr. Facilier's pocket] Or this morning's newspaper.
The sheer novelty and glamor of the Western diet, with its seventeen thousand new food products every year and the marketing power - thirty-two billion dollars a year - used to sell us those products, has overwhelmed the force of tradition and left us where we now find ourselves: relying on science and journalism and government and marketing to help us decide what to eat.
Rollo Lee: About some of these sponsorship ideas. Willa Weston: Mmm? Rollo Lee: I, I wonder if you and your fiancé don't, don't feel that... some, some of them are... Willa Weston: [interrupting] Fiancé? Vince? No, no. No, no, we're not together. Rollo Lee: Ohh, good. Willa Weston: "Good"? Rollo Lee: Good. - I mean, I know we're not making 20% yet, but, but some of the marketing devices are a bit... a bit... crude? Willa Weston: Yes. Rollo Lee: Good. Because, you know, the, the keepers and, um, and I were... Willa Weston: [looking into the lemur cage, while removing her jacket to expose a skimpy dress] Oh, look at that. *Aren't* they *gorgeous*? Oh, they just make you want to *fondle* them... Rollo Lee: Oh yes. Yes, yes, uh, yes, I see what you mean. Yes. Willa Weston: Is this one your favorite? Rollo Lee: Yes, yes, I like him breast of... uh, best, ahem, of all the... the small mammaries. Mammals. (Sorry.) Ahem. Yes, his, his name's, uh, Rollo, actually. Willa Weston: Really. Rollo Lee: Hm. Yes, so I, I sort of feed him some little special tits-bits. Tits. Tid, tid, sorry, tidbits. (Keep making boobs.) Anyway, he just... loves his nuts. Willa Weston: [slowly] Does he? Hmm. And is, uh, Rollo very sexually active? Rollo Lee: Well, he, he doesn't have a, a partner at the moment. You, you know, if he, if he had one... Willa Weston: One? Rollo Lee: Hm? Willa Weston: I mean, just one? He wouldn't get bored, or...? I mean... you had two... in your cage the other day. Rollo Lee: Oh, yes, huh. I mean, um, some of those, some of those sponsorship gimmicks are a bit sexcessive... exsexi... sexiss... Willa Weston: Excessive. Rollo Lee: That's it, sorry. Freudian slit. Slut. Slot.
Miranda: Do any of you have a completely unremarkable friend or maybe a houseplant I could go to dinner with on Saturday night?
Williamson: The leads are coming! Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me! Williamson: I talked to Mitch and Murray an hour ago. They're coming in, you understand. They're a bit upset about this morning's... Shelley Levene: Did yo tell 'em about my sale? Williamson: How could I tell them about your sale? I don't even have a teleph - I'll tell them about your sale when they bring in the leads, all right? Shelley, all right? You closed a deal. Fine. You made a good sale, fine. Shelley Levene: It's better than a good sale. It's... Williamson: Look, I have a lot on my mind right now. They're coming in, all right? They're very upset, I'm trying to make some sense... Shelley Levene: I'm telling you - the one thing you can tell them is that it's a remarkable sale. Williamson: The only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to. Shelley Levene: What the FUCK does that mean? Williamson: That if the sale sticks, it'll be a miracle. Shelley Levene: What does that mean? Why would it not... Oh, fuck you. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. A man IS his job and you are fucked at yours.
Eisenheim: I was meant to return... I just... I kept thinking I'll find around the next corner... Sophie: What? Eisenheim: A real mystery. I saw remarkable things but the only mystery I never solved was... why my heart couldn't let go of you.
George Sr.: [pleading his case to the Mexican police] Wait a minute, I'm not Oscar, I'm George. Prison guard: The Cornballer. George Sr.: Si, si, the cornballer. [the Mexican guards show George Sr. their scarred arms from using the Cornballer] Narrator: George Sr. had been marketing a device called "The Cornballer" in Mexico after the severe burns it caused led to it being banned in the U.S. [footage of George Sr. strangling Richard Simmons]
It also occurred to him that throughout history, humankind has told two stories: the story of a lost ship sailing the Mediterranean seas in quest of a beloved isle, and the story of a god who allows himself to be crucified on Golgotha.
If a book cover has raised lettering, metallic lettering, or raised metallic lettering, then it is telling the reader: Hello. I am an easy-to-read work on espionage, romance, a celebrity, and/or murder. To readers who do not care for such things, this lettering tells them: Hello. I am crap.
In a society in which nearly everybody is dominated by somebody else's mind or by a disembodied mind, it becomes increasingly difficult to learn the truth about the activities of governments and corporations, about the quality or value of products, or about the health of one's own place and economy. In such a society, also, our private economies will depend less and less upon the private ownership of real, usable property, and more and more upon property that is institutional and abstract, beyond individual control, such as money, insurance policies, certificates of deposit, stocks, and shares. And as our private economies become more abstract, the mutual, free helps and pleasures of family and community life will be supplanted by a kind of displaced or placeless citizenship and by commerce with impersonal and self-interested suppliers... Thus, although we are not slaves in name, and cannot be carried to market and sold as somebody else's legal chattels, we are free only within narrow limits. For all our talk about liberation and personal autonomy, there are few choices that we are free to make. What would be the point, for example, if a majority of our people decided to be self-employed? The great enemy of freedom is the alignment of political power with wealth. This alignment destroys the commonwealth - that is, the natural wealth of localities and the local economies of household, neighborhood, and community - and so destroys democracy, of which the commonwealth is the foundation and practical means. (pg. 57-58,
Trinity: I don't have time for this shit. [fight ensues and she puts a gun to the Merovingian's head] Trinity: You wanna make a deal? How about this? You give me Neo or we all die, right here, right now. Merovingian: Interesting deal. You are really ready to die for this man? Trinity: [cocks gun] Believe it. Persephone: She'll do it. If she has to, she'll kill every one of us. She's in love. Merovingian: It is remarkable how similar the pattern of love is to the pattern of insanity. Trinity: Time's up. What's it gonna be, Merv?
John Lennon: I find you an engaging and remarkable man, Brian. I've never met a man like you. I don't really want to have it off with you. Brian Epstein: [hopefully] But you've never ruled it out? John Lennon: Well, that would be putting you in an awful place, wouldn't it? Brian Epstein: It has to be better than what I've been feeling lately. John Lennon: If you don't fuck me, who will you fuck? It's a cold, cruel world out there, Brian. Everyone thinks we're off humpin' the weekend away. That really fuckin' pisses me off.
It wasn't science and technology that cause a slow progress, but collective knowledge of the society and market demands.
Orion brightened.
It is because every individual knows little and, in particular, because we rarely know which of us knows best best that we trust the independent and competitive efforts of many to induce the emergence of what we shall want when we see it.
The best ideas come as jokes. Make your thinking as funny as possible.
Look, I'll fight, too. What do you think it is? Bear, coyote...?
It's a very remarkable story.
We must not look at goblin men, We must not buy their fruits: Who knows upon what soil they fed Their hungry thirsty roots?
The less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid of it
Get thee behind me, Satan! -John Heffer aka the Step-Loser
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