Louis Winthorpe III: He was wearing my Harvard tie. Can you believe it? My Harvard tie. Like oh, sure he went to Harvard.
Billy Ray Valentine: Thanks a lot. How'd you like a stump up your ass?
Policeman: Strip, you little shit, before I tear you a new asshole!
Even Bigger Black Guy: I mean you beatin' 10 cops? You putting a man in the hospital? How come I don't see no bruises on you?
Big Black Guy: Yeah.
Billy Ray Valentine: 'Cause I'm a karate man! And a karate man bruises on the inside! They don't show their weakness. But you don't know that because you're a big Barry White looking motherfucker! So get outta my face.
Randolph Duke: That man is a product of a poor environment. There's nothing wrong with him, I can prove it.
Mortimer Duke: Of course there's something wrong with him... he's a Negro.
[Guys in cell are holding Billy Ray Valentine against the bars.]
Billy Ray Valentine: Back the fuck up! Back up! You know you're fucking with cell number four on the ninth floor!
Billy Ray Valentine: Is there a problem, officers?
[Randolph Duke grabs his chest and falls over.]
Stock exchange guy: Oh, Mortimer, your brother's not well. We better call an ambulance.
Mortimer Duke: Fuck him!
Louis Winthorpe III: They beat me up, took my clothes. Those men wanted to have sex with me!
Todd: Looking good, Louis.
Louis Winthorpe III: Feeling good, Todd.
Harry: We, uh, need a fourth for squash today, Louis. Are you interested?
Louis Winthorpe III: No can do. I'll be having dinner with Penelope tonight.
Andrew: Oh, lucky you.
Louis Winthorpe III: It's not luck. Todd.
Mortimer Duke: I have no money to give you.
Clarence Beeks: Hey. Back off! I'll rip out your eyes and piss on your brain.
Even Bigger Black Guy: It was a stone groove, my man! You are, the most, righteous.
Billy Ray Valentine: Yeah right, just get the fuck out, man! Let's go.
Mortimer Duke: This is an outrage! I demand an investigation! You can't sell our seats! A Duke has been sitting on this exchange since it was founded! WE founded this exchange! IT'S ours! IT belongs to US.
Louis Winthorpe III: I had the most absurd nightmare. I was poor and no-one liked me. I lost my job, I lost my house, Penelope hated me, and it was all because of this terrible, awful Negro.
Even Bigger Black Guy: It ain't cool being no jive turkey so close to Thanksgiving.
Baggage Handler #1: I'm dressed as uh, as a baggage handler.
Baggage Handler #2: You can imagine how embarrassed I was, when I saw someone at the party with the same costume I had.
Billy Ray Valentine: Hey that's the motherf - I mean... that's the gentleman that had me busted.
Harvey: Monkey? monkey! I'm a fucking gorilla, you clown.
Randolph Duke: Money isn't everything, Mortimer.
Mortimer Duke: Oh, grow up.
Randolph Duke: Mother always said you were greedy.
Mortimer Duke: She meant it as a compliment.
Answer: Without knowing precisely how many stocks Winthorp and Valentine sold at the beginning, there is no way to get an exact figure. But we can make some educated guesses. Frozen Concentrated Orange Juice is sold in contracts, with each contract containing 15,000 pounds. By the end of the day, Winthorp and Valentine were making at least an 84 cent profit on each pound, and $12,600 on each contract. If they sold 20,000 contracts, their profit would be $252 million. Considering the Duke's lost $394 million, that estimate seems to fit (and is likely even a little low).