I always tried to give the audience what they wanted and in return they made me ridiculously stinking f*****g rich. Now, you might want to hate me for that, but before you do, remember this, you jealous prick. I earned my right to be hated.
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]
Time to grow up. There are no gods. Our closest deities are a society of the richest, most influential men in existence. Men who f*** over the rest of us for profit, for fun, and then leave us in the streets for dead.[to Tyrell]
There have always been those with wealth and power and those with nothing. That is the way of the world.
The money laundering aspect is fairly straightforward. But I gotta tell ya, the not-telling-your-wife aspect? Most people want to know why they suddenly got rich.