A Shock to the System (1990)
Melanie O'Conner: I think it's rotten, Mr. Marshall. The only reason you didn't get that job is 'cause they didn't give it to you!
Graham Marshall: There was only one tiresome detail. Jones. He just wouldn't let go of that corner office.
Graham Marshall: [sputtering Cessna flies by] Abracadabra, alakazam. Bye bye, baby.
Graham Marshall: I've never understood why you need a stair *machine* when we have stairs!
Leslie Marshall: Because I have to keep going up, silly! If I had to keep going down, I'd lose the whole aerobic benefit.
Robert Benham: This isn't exactly comfortable for me, I know you wanted this job. I suppose if we were rival princes, I could just have you killed. It would save a lot of politics.
Graham Marshall: It's not that easy to kill someone and get away with it.
Graham Marshall: Whoa, let's not all panic - you, you, and you panic; the rest stay calm.
Graham Marshall: [shouting] Why don't you bring Henry Park in here, huh? Why don't you bring Melanie in to make sure the phone gets answered? Hell, we could bring in the whole goddamn New York Knicks, just to make sure your trash hits the basket! How's that?
Robert Benham: If I thought I needed an assistant to do my job...
Graham Marshall: Meaning what? That I don't do *my* job? Then why don't you have me removed, Bobby Boy?
Robert Benham: Because you're too senior in the company to be fired for anything less than gross insubordination.
Graham Marshall: So you've decided to have me removed piece by piece. A privilege here, a responsibility there - never enough to fight over, just a subtle drain of power, right?
Graham Marshall: Well, let me tell you something, Bobster. You don't know the first fucking thing about power. I have more power in this hand than *all* you fucking know!
Graham Marshall: My father had it all figured out. He was a London bus driver. And when I was a boy, he used to take me over the river to Mayfair, where the rich people lived. And he used to say to me, "Son - there is no heaven. Here is the closest you will ever get. Life, here, is sweet. Life, back over there, is hard. So live over here, son!"
Graham Marshall: I didn't get the job, Leslie. The promotion... I didn't get it.
Leslie Marshall: No, of course you got it, Graham. You always get it.
Graham Marshall: I'm sorry. I know what it meant to you.
Leslie Marshall: No, you don't, Graham. I really don't think you do know how much it meant to me!
Graham Marshall: [voice-over] That's when he realized she... was a witch.
Lieutenant Laker: You know, sudden death hasn't been all bad to you.
Graham Marshall: I will try and put this as politely as possible, Henry... what the fuck are you doing in my office?
Henry Park: Bob says I'm supposed to help out with the reorganization report.
Graham Marshall: Uh huh. Let me rephrase the question -
Graham Marshall: what the fuck are you doing in my office?
Henry Park: Bob just thought it was crazy not to have a computer in here.
Graham Marshall: It's not the *computer*, it's you and your goddamn desk!
Graham Marshall: [joining Stella at the bar] Everyone's so... young!
Graham Marshall: [to waitress] Scotch on the rocks, please. No, wait a minute - I'll have something vibrant and youthful.
Waitress: Do you want a Shirley Temple?
Graham Marshall: Uh, no, the scotch will be fine - I'll have a side order of bran flakes.
Graham Marshall: [on commuter train] You look fit today, George. Ready to do battle?
George Brewster: It's all up for me, and I've done what I can for you! So let's just read our papers...
Graham Marshall: I think you're jumping the gun.
George Brewster: Oh, come on. The whole point of these takeovers is to sell off the assets, and put old farts like me out to pasture. I can hear the fat lady singing, Graham. I can hear her singing.
Leslie Marshall: I wanted to do a surprise party for your promotion, but the deposit check bounced at Mariela's.
Graham Marshall: The job isn't mine yet, Leslie.
Leslie Marshall: Mariela's the only civilized caterer out here. I said to her, "Mariela, it can't bounce, it's one of the brown ones."
Graham Marshall: The money market? Jesus, Leslie!
Leslie Marshall: Well, for God's sake, it's my account! I said to her, "The green ones bounce - that's my husband's account. My brown ones never bounce."
George Brewster: Space invaders, Graham. The new people - all gadgets and the bottom line. Stop them early, or they'll run right over you! "We can be more efficient than such-and-such a program..." Blah blah blah, it's all bullshit, Graham, soup to nuts. It's code for mass firings and low quality. Just melt the market dry, and get out. I mean, if our system wasn't any good, why did they take us over in the first place? Christ!
Robert Benham: As spokesman for some of the younger turks, I'm supposed to invite you to lunch, in celebration of your approaching greatness.
Graham Marshall: Oh Christ, today?
Robert Benham: Come on, executive bonding! Raucous, unfunny jokes. And we'll kiss your ass in the hopes you'll mistake it for affection.
Graham Marshall: How degrading for you. I'll be there. What time?
Robert Benham: Twelve thirty. Bring your ass!
Robert Benham: [At Graham's lunch] We're putting the boat in this weekend...
Graham Marshall: Oh, and we forgot ours! Didn't we?
Robert Benham: Tara's coming out to the house.
Graham Marshall: Tara! What kind of a name is that?
Executive #2: Her last name is "Rah-Boom-Dee-Ay!"
Graham Marshall: [as everyone sings the "Gone with the Wind" theme] The man is dating a plantation!
Robert Benham: Gentlemen, gentlemen... you don't understand! We are the young, the proud! We shouldn't be ashamed of success! We should say, "Yes, I *have* a boat. I *have* a country home. I *have* a girlfriend named 'Tara'!" Say it with me, brothers.
Executive #3: I do have a Mercedes.
Executive #2: I have a condo with a pool.
Executive #1: I have a personal sports trainer.
Graham Marshall: I have a wife, a mortgage, and two dogs.
Beggar #1: Hey buddy, gimme a buck, willya? What do you make, a million a year?
George Brewster: [handing beggar a pittance] City's getting to be like Calcutta.
Amy (Secretary #2): Graham... the results of the great Kentucky Gelatin Wars.
Graham Marshall: [taking report] Tell me they're not shit, Amy.
Amy (Secretary #2): They're not shit, Graham.
Graham Marshall: They're shit, Amy!
Graham Marshall: [voice-over] He felt like one of those gods who appeared to maidens in human form. He knew he'd been great. Ah, Stella... such a sweet girl, really. He'd have to be sure to reward her for being in the right place at the right time.
Graham Marshall: It all began one night when the lights went out.
Robert Benham: [introducing the girl beside him] This is Tara. Not the plantation.
Graham Marshall: He was perfect. She was perfect. The house was perfect. The boat was perfect. The American dream.
Graham Marshall: [voice over] the world, as they say, had become his oyster. Now he was going to pry it open.
Graham Marshall: What the hell is going on out there, George? Did somebody die or lose money or something?