i think

Williamson: The leads are coming!
Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me!
Mongo: Mongo build fire now?
Williamson: No, Mongo no build fire now. Anyway, I talked to Mitch and Murray an hour ago. They're coming in, you understand. They're a bit upset about this morning's...
Shelley Levene: Did yo tell 'em about my sale?
Mongo: Mongo go hunting now?
Williamson: No, Mongo no go hunting now. There are chips in the break room if you're hungry. Now, how could I tell them about your sale? I don't even have a teleph - I'll tell them about your sale when they bring in the leads, all right? Shelley, all right? You closed a deal. Fine. You made a good sale, fine.
Shelley Levene: It's better than a good sale. It's...
Mongo: Mongo clean?
Williamson: Yes, Mongo clean.
[Mongo begins searching through Williamson's hair for bugs]
Williamson: I mean no. No, Mongo no clean. Look, Shelley, I have a lot on my mind right now. They're coming in, all right? They're very upset, I'm trying to make some sense...
Shelley Levene: I'm telling you - the one thing you can tell them is that it's a remarkable sale.
Williamson: The onl...no! Mongo no eat his own pooh! Now, the onl...NO! Mongo no throw pooh! Fuck! Now, the only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to.
Shelley Levene: What the FUCK does that mean?
Mongo: Mongo fuck?
Williamson and Shelley Levene: NO! Mongo no fuck!
Williamson: Anywho, that if the sale sticks, it'll be a miracle.
Shelley Levene: What does that mean? Why would it not... Oh, fuck you. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. A man IS his job and you are fucked at yours.
Mongo: Mongo jerk off?
Williamson: Fuck it. Mongo, do whatever you want to do. Build fire, hunt, fuck, clean, jerk off. Just...just leave me alone. And Shelley, for fuck's sake, put some fucking cloths on! Mongo has a better suit than you do!
 
you bet your sweet ass i repped you for that

Williamson: The leads are coming!
Shelley Levene: Get 'em to me!
Mongo: Mongo build fire now?
Williamson: No, Mongo no build fire now. Anyway, I talked to Mitch and Murray an hour ago. They're coming in, you understand. They're a bit upset about this morning's...
Shelley Levene: Did yo tell 'em about my sale?
Mongo: Mongo go hunting now?
Williamson: No, Mongo no go hunting now. There are chips in the break room if you're hungry. Now, how could I tell them about your sale? I don't even have a teleph - I'll tell them about your sale when they bring in the leads, all right? Shelley, all right? You closed a deal. Fine. You made a good sale, fine.
Shelley Levene: It's better than a good sale. It's...
Mongo: Mongo clean?
Williamson: Yes, Mongo clean.
[Mongo begins searching through Williamson's hair for bugs]
Williamson: I mean no. No, Mongo no clean. Look, Shelley, I have a lot on my mind right now. They're coming in, all right? They're very upset, I'm trying to make some sense...
Shelley Levene: I'm telling you - the one thing you can tell them is that it's a remarkable sale.
Williamson: The onl...no! Mongo no eat his own pooh! Now, the onl...NO! Mongo no throw pooh! Fuck! Now, the only thing 'remarkable' about it is who you made it to.
Shelley Levene: What the FUCK does that mean?
Mongo: Mongo fuck?
Williamson and Shelley Levene: NO! Mongo no fuck!
Williamson: Anywho, that if the sale sticks, it'll be a miracle.
Shelley Levene: What does that mean? Why would it not... Oh, fuck you. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. You do not know your job. That's what I'm saying. A man IS his job and you are fucked at yours.
Mongo: Mongo jerk off?
Williamson: Fuck it. Mongo, do whatever you want to do. Build fire, hunt, fuck, clean, jerk off. Just...just leave me alone. And Shelley, for fuck's sake, put some fucking cloths on! Mongo has a better suit than you do!
 
Actually, I just cut and pasted a scene from Glengary Glenn Rose and inserted a few of my own comments in there.
 
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