All the Money in the World Quote
J. Paul Getty: Morning, Chase. [Getty walks around a covered table]
J. Paul Getty: Will you, uh, help me with this? [Getty and Chase uncover the table to reveal a model mansion]
J. Paul Getty: I'm, uh, building a house in California. An exact replica of my imperial villa in Rome, down to the very last detail. But with flush toilets. Yes, the mountain may not have come to Muhammad, but it sure as hell came to me.
Nancy Getty's Secretary: Mr. Getty. The West Texas Intermediate, sir. [secretary hands stock number strip to Getty]
Fletcher Chase: What's it feel like, reading that slip of paper?
J. Paul Getty: Well, for a moment, money loses all meaning and becomes as plentiful as air. Like flight. And then, it passes. [Getty crumples the strip and throws it away]
J. Paul Getty: What's, uh, all this I see on TV with Gail paying the ransom in full? We both know she doesn't have it.
Fletcher Chase: The lady's made other arrangements.
J. Paul Getty: But she doesn't have the money. So, uh, what's going on? Come on. Where did she get it? Is she fucking somebody? [pause]
Fletcher Chase: You know, I think I'm finally beginning to understand what makes you tick.
J. Paul Getty: No, no, you couldn't begin to. So, spill it. What's going on? What's her game? Don't forget, Chase, I have a contract. And I'll enforce it.
Fletcher Chase: No, I don't think so.
J. Paul Getty: Oh? Why not?
Fletcher Chase: Can you hear me? I want to make sure that I'm very clear. Because whatever personal security you presently enjoy comes from me. All right? Those Alsatians limping around the pool? My people trained them. Your security system? My people installed it. The bodyguards? That's right, you rapacious old fuck, you are protected from every threat imaginable, unless that threat
J. Paul Getty: Will you, uh, help me with this? [Getty and Chase uncover the table to reveal a model mansion]
J. Paul Getty: I'm, uh, building a house in California. An exact replica of my imperial villa in Rome, down to the very last detail. But with flush toilets. Yes, the mountain may not have come to Muhammad, but it sure as hell came to me.
Nancy Getty's Secretary: Mr. Getty. The West Texas Intermediate, sir. [secretary hands stock number strip to Getty]
Fletcher Chase: What's it feel like, reading that slip of paper?
J. Paul Getty: Well, for a moment, money loses all meaning and becomes as plentiful as air. Like flight. And then, it passes. [Getty crumples the strip and throws it away]
J. Paul Getty: What's, uh, all this I see on TV with Gail paying the ransom in full? We both know she doesn't have it.
Fletcher Chase: The lady's made other arrangements.
J. Paul Getty: But she doesn't have the money. So, uh, what's going on? Come on. Where did she get it? Is she fucking somebody? [pause]
Fletcher Chase: You know, I think I'm finally beginning to understand what makes you tick.
J. Paul Getty: No, no, you couldn't begin to. So, spill it. What's going on? What's her game? Don't forget, Chase, I have a contract. And I'll enforce it.
Fletcher Chase: No, I don't think so.
J. Paul Getty: Oh? Why not?
Fletcher Chase: Can you hear me? I want to make sure that I'm very clear. Because whatever personal security you presently enjoy comes from me. All right? Those Alsatians limping around the pool? My people trained them. Your security system? My people installed it. The bodyguards? That's right, you rapacious old fuck, you are protected from every threat imaginable, unless that threat
Movie: All the Money in the World
