Used to use parts of the speech when I was talking about the upcoming months goals for my employees..great.
Yep...When I was a sales manager in the retail sector I use to do the same thing...lol
Boiler Room was a close second:
One of the doors of the trading room opens. Seth catches a
glimpse of several brokers crouched down, playing dice near
the far window of the trading room. The door closes in SLOW
MOTION as Seth cranes to get every possible view.
Out walks JIM YOUNG. Jim is a team leader at JT Marlin. He
is dressed to the T. He looks like someone not to be fucked
with.
JIM: Alright guys, come this way.
CUT TO: INT. BOARDROOM - DAY (CONTINUOUS)
The room used mostly for interviewing and on the rare
occasion a meeting is needed with someone outside the firm.
Jim walks in to find Marc sitting at the head of the table.
He laughs to himself.
JIM: I'm sorry, but that's my seat.
MARC (scared): Oh man, I'm so sorry.
JIM: It's alright.
Marc JUMPS to another seat. He is chided by one of his
friends, the same kid who was having words with Debbie.
RUDE KID: Fucking dumb-ass.
JIM: You can get the fuck out of here.
RUDE KID (terrified): What? What?
JIM: Don't talk to me, don't look at me, just pick your ass up out of that
Italian leather chair and get the fuck out of this room.
He gets up and leaves without saying another word.
JIM (CONT'D): We expect everyone here to treat their co-workers with a certain level of respect.
Everyone in the room is silent and staring at Jim.
JIM (CONT'D) (calm): Now before I get started I have a question. Has anyone here passed the series seven?
One hand goes up. It's one of the few kids who wears a good
suit and wasn't too worried looking in the waiting room.
SERIES SEVEN: I have a series seven license.
JIM: Good for you, now you can get out too.
SERIES SEVEN: What? Why?
JIM: Because we don't hire brokers. We train new ones.
Jim waits for him to leave the room and then calmly
continues.
JIM (CONT'D): This is the deal. I am not here to waste your time and I can only hope you're not here to waste mine. So I'm gonna keep this short. You become an employee of this firm and you will make your first million within three years.
(pauses)
Okay? Let me repeat that. You will make a million dollars within three years of your first day of employment at JT Marlin. Everybody got that? There is no question as to whether you will be a millionaire working at this firm, the question is how many times over.
Every kid in the room besides Seth is completely starry eyed
at this point. Some mouths even hang open. Seth is excited
too, but is smarter than the rest... he doesn't show it.
JIM (CONT'D): You think I'm joking. I am not joking. I am a millionaire. It's a weird thing to hear, right? I'll tell you, it's a weird thing to say. I'm a fucking
millionaire. Now guess how old I am? Twenty-seven. You know what that makes
me here? A fucking senior citizen. This firm is entirely comprised of people your age, not mine. Lucky for me, I am very fucking good at my job or I'd be out of one. You guys are the new blood. You're gonna go home with the kesef. You're the future Big-Swinging-Dicks of this firm. Now you all look money hungry and that's good. Anybody who says money is the root of all evil, doesn't have it! Money can't buy happiness? Look at the fucking smile on my face. Ear to ear, baby. You wanna hear details? I drive a Ferrari 355 cabriolet.
(throws keys on desk)
I have a ridiculous house on the South Fork. I've got every toy you can
imagine. And best of all, kids, I am liquid.
Jim takes a pause here and circles the room.
JIM (CONT'D): So now that you know what's possible, let me tell you what's required. You are required to work your ass off. We want winners, not pikers. A piker is someone who walks at the bell. A piker asks how much vacation time he gets in the first year. See, people work here to become filthy rich. No other reason. That's it. You want vacation time? Go teach third grade public school.
Jim pours himself a glass of water from a carafe and drinks.
JIM (CONT'D): Your first six months at the firm are as a trainee... you make one hundred and fifty dollars a week. After you're done training, you take the Series
Seven test. When you pass, you become a junior broker and you'll be opening
accounts for your team leader. After you open forty accounts you begin working for yourself and then... sky's the limit. Now a word about being a trainee. The other brokers, your parents, whoever: they're gonna giveyou shit about it. And it's true, a hundred and fifty a week is not a lot of money, but pay no mind. You need to learn the business and this is the time to do it. Once you pass the Series
Seven none of it will matter.
He pauses to drink.
JIM (CONT'D): Your friends are shit. You're gonna tell them you made twenty-five thousand last month and they're not going to believe you. Fuck them! Your parents don't like the life you lead? Fuck you Mom and Dad! As a trainee you will be building a foundation for yourself. Think of it as the foundation to a building. Right? Gotta build the foundation before you can put up your skyscraper. You know what I built?
(takes out a model)
The fucking twin towers. Now go home and think about whether this is for you. If you decide it isn't, nothing to be embarrassed about. It's not for everyone. But if you really want it, then give me a call on Monday and we'll talk. Just don't waste my time. Alright. That's it.
Jim walks out of the room leaving the door open behind him.
No one has moved from their seat.
FADE OUT.
