We are commodities brokers, William. Now, what are commodities? Commodities are agricultural products. Like coffee, that you had for breakfast. Wheat, which is used to make bread. Pork bellies, which is used to make bacon, which you might find in a bacon and lettuce and tomato sandwich. Then there are other commodities like frozen orange juice and gold. Though, of course, gold doesn't grow on trees like oranges.
Billy Ray Valentine: — It's none of my business, but that guy belongs behind bars.
Mortimer Duke: — He's unemployed, Valentine.
Billy Ray Valentine: — It's no excuse, Mortimer.
Randolph Duke: — He's flat broke, obviously hungry.
Billy Ray Valentine: — Oh, but he has money to buy drugs, right? Listen, you can't be soft on people like that. Take it from me. I know, Randolph.
— This is my stuff and my place, huh? I can do what I want with this stuff, right? This is my vase here, right? This is Billy Ray's vase, right? I own this vase. And I can play like Harlem
Globetrotters shit with it, right? Okay, you want Meadowlark Lemon shit, right? Hey, man, I'm sorry about that.
— Perfectly all right, William, it was your vase.
— That's a cheap vase, man. That was a fake, right?
— I think we paid $35,000 for it. But I seem to remember we estimated its value at $50,000 for the insurance company. You see, Mortimer? William has already made us a profit of $15,000.
— You want me to break something else?
— No.
— Tell me just why you think the price of pork bellies is going down, William?
— It's Christmastime. Everybody's uptight.
— Could we please buy now, Randolph?
— All right, if you want to lose money, go ahead.
— What are you trying to say, William?
— Okay. Pork belly prices have been dropping all morning. Which means everybody's sitting in their office and they're waiting for them to hit rock bottom so they can buy cheap and go long. So people that own the pork belly contracts are going, "Bad shit." 'Cause they're thinking, "Hey, we're losing all our damn money and Christmas is around the corner." "And I ain't gonna have no money to buy my son "the G. I. Joe with the kung fu grip," Kay? "And my wife ain't gonna wanna..." "My wife ain't gonna make love to me 'cause I ain't got no money," right? So they sitting there and they panicking. They screaming, "Sell! Sell!" 'Cause they don't want to lose all their money, right? They out there, panicking right now. I can feel it. They out there. They panicking. Look at them.
— He's right, Mortimer, my God, look at it.
