There’s an accounting coming, Mr. Stussy, and you know I’m right. Mongol hordes descending. Now what are you doing to insulate yourself and your family? You think you’re rich. You’ve no idea what “rich” means. “Rich” is a fleet of private planes filled with decoys to mask your scent. It’s a banker in Wyoming and another in Gstaad. So that’s action item one, the accumulation of wealth, and I mean wealth, not money.[to Emmit]
The problem is not that there is evil in the world, the problem is that there is good. Because otherwise, who would care?
In the favelas of Brazil, there are six-year-olds with Glocks. They roam in packs, stealing whatever they can find. Mexican lowlifes stream into this country like wolves, eyeing our women and children. In the Congo, a family of six live on 10 cents a day. You turn on the TV, what do you see? Boat people. Mass migration. You’re living in the age of the refugee, my friend.[to Emmit]
You see it, don’t you? Millions of people bought houses they couldn’t afford, and now they’re living on the streets. 85% of the world’s wealth is controlled by 1% of the population. What do you think is gonna happen when those people wake up and realize you’ve got all their money?[to Emmit]
Agent Burgle. Gloria. Trust me. The future is certain. And when it comes, you will know without question, your place in the world. Until then, we’ve said all there is to say. Any further debate would be simply wasting our breath. And if there’s one thing I can’t abide, it’s waste. Goodbye.