Film: Glengarry Glen Ross
Screenplay: David Mamet
Role: Ricky Roma
Actor: Al Pacino
Length: approx. 3 minute minimum
All train compartments smell vaguely of s–t. It gets so you don’t mind it. That’s the worst thing that I can confess. You know how long it took me to get there? A long time. When you die, you’re gonna regret the things you don’t do. You think you’re queer? I’m gonna tell ya something: we’re all queer. You think you’re a thief? So what? You get befuddled by a middle-class morality? Get shut of it. Shut it out. You cheat on your wife? You did it, live with it. You f–k little girls, so be it. There’s an absolute morality? Maybe. And then what? If you think there is, go ahead, be that thing. Bad people go to hell? I don’t think so. If you think that, act that way. A hell exists on earth? Yes. I won’t live in it. That’s me.
Did you ever take a dump – made you feel like you’d just slept for twelve hours?…Yes?…Or a piss? Great meals fade in reflection. Everything else gains. You know why? ‘Cause it’s only food. This s–t we put in us, it keeps us going. It’s only food. The great f–ks you may have had. What do you remember about ’em?…I don’t know. For me, I’m saying, what it is, it’s probably not the orgasm. Some broads, forearm on your neck, something her eyes did. There was this sound she made…or, it’s me in the, uh, I’m tellin’ ya: I’m in bed the next day. She brought me café au lait. She gives me a cigarette, my balls feel like concrete. Eh?
What I’m saying, what is our life? Our life is looking forward or it’s looking back. That’s it. That’s our life. Where’s the moment? And what is it we’re so afraid of? Loss. What else? The bank closes. We get sick, my wife died on a plane, the stock market collapsed. What if these happen? None of ’em. We worry anyway. Why?…What do ya keep? I mean, you don’t keep anything. Security, things, things, you know? It’s just, you try to stave off insecurity. You can’t do it…
Stocks, bonds, objects of art, real estate. What are they? An opportunity. To what? To make money? Perhaps. To lose money? Perhaps. To ‘indulge’ and to ‘learn’ about ourselves? Perhaps. So f–king what? What isn’t? They’re an opportunity. That’s all they are. They’re an event. A guy comes to you, you make a call, you send in a card. ‘I have these properties I would like for you to see.’ What does it mean? What do you want it to mean. Do you see what I’m saying? Things happen to you.