Mortimer Duke

Billy Ray Valentine: — It's none of my business, but that guy belongs behind bars.
Mortimer Duke: — He's unemployed, Valentine.
Billy Ray Valentine: — It's no excuse, Mortimer.
Randolph Duke: — He's flat broke, obviously hungry.
Billy Ray Valentine: — Oh, but he has money to buy drugs, right? Listen, you can't be soft on people like that. Take it from me. I know, Randolph.

— Tell me just why you think the price of pork bellies is going down, William?
— It's Christmastime. Everybody's uptight.
— Could we please buy now, Randolph?
— All right, if you want to lose money, go ahead.
— What are you trying to say, William?
— Okay. Pork belly prices have been dropping all morning. Which means everybody's sitting in their office and they're waiting for them to hit rock bottom so they can buy cheap and go long. So people that own the pork belly contracts are going, "Bad shit." 'Cause they're thinking, "Hey, we're losing all our damn money and Christmas is around the corner." "And I ain't gonna have no money to buy my son "the G. I. Joe with the kung fu grip," Kay? "And my wife ain't gonna wanna..." "My wife ain't gonna make love to me 'cause I ain't got no money," right? So they sitting there and they panicking. They screaming, "Sell! Sell!" 'Cause they don't want to lose all their money, right? They out there, panicking right now. I can feel it. They out there. They panicking. Look at them.
— He's right, Mortimer, my God, look at it.