“The Wolf of Wall Street” roars onto the screen with unforgettable lines that echo long after the credits roll.
This iconic movie captivates audiences with its electric dialogue and gripping story.
From the exhilarating highs of financial success to the daunting lows of moral ambiguity, the quotes from “The Wolf of Wall Street” paint a vivid portrait of ambition, greed, and the pursuit of power.
Get ready to be swept away on a rollercoaster ride through the cutthroat world of finance, where every word spoken leaves a lasting impact.
The Wolf of Wall Street Movie Quotes
Max Belfort: What kind of hooker takes credit cards?
Donnie Azoff: A rich one!
Jordan Belfort: Let me tell you something. There’s no nobility in poverty. I have been a rich man and I have been a poor man. And I choose rich every fuckin’ time. Because, at least as a rich man, when I have to face my problems, I show up in the back of the limo, wearing a $2000 suit and a $40,000 gold fuckin’ watch.
Jordan Belfort: Brad, show them how it’s done. Sell me that pen. Watch. Go on.
Brad: You want me to sell you this fucking pen?
Jordan Belfort: That’s my boy right there. Can fucking sell anything.
Brad: Why don’t you do me a favor. Write your name down on that napkin for me.
Jordan Belfort: I don’t have a pen.
Brad: Exactly. Supply and demand, my friend.
[repeated line]
Jordan Belfort: Sell me this pen!
Jordan Belfort: My name is Jordan Belfort. I’m a former member of the middle class raised by two accountants in a tiny apartment in Bayside, Queens. The year I turned 26, as the head of my own brokerage firm, I made $49 million, which really pissed me off because it was three shy of a million a week.
Jordan Belfort: I fucked her brains out… for eleven seconds.
Jordan Belfort: On a daily basis I consume enough drugs to sedate Manhattan, Long Island, and Queens for a month. I take Quaaludes 10-15 times a day for my “back pain”, Adderall to stay focused, Xanax to take the edge off, pot to mellow me out, cocaine to wake me back up again, and morphine… Well, because it’s awesome. But of all the drugs under God’s blue heaven, here is one that is my absolute favorite. See, enough of this shit will make you invincible – able to conquer the world. And eviscerate your enemies.
[Sniffs cocaine]
Jordan Belfort: And I’m not talking about this… I’m talking about this.
[Shows 100$]
Mark Hanna: The name of the game, moving the money from the client’s pocket to your pocket.
Jordan Belfort: But if you can make your clients money at the same time it’s advantageous to everyone, correct?
Mark Hanna: No.
Max Belfort: $430,000 in one month, Jordy. Huh?
Jordan Belfort: They’re business expenses.
Max Belfort: Jordy, look what you’ve got here. Look at this! $26,000 for one fucking dinner!
Jordan Belfort: No, no, this can be explained. Dad, we had clients, Pfizer clients. Champagne.
Nicky Koskoff: The porterhouse from Argentina.
Jordan Belfort: Expensive champagne and the what, we had to buy champagne.
[to Donnie]
Jordan Belfort: And you brought in all the sides… Tell him about the sides.
Donnie Azoff: I ordered the sides, so…
Max Belfort: Sides? Sides? $26,000 worth of sides? What are these sides? They cure cancer?
Donnie Azoff: The sides did cure cancer, that’s the problem, that’s why they were so expensive.
Jordan Belfort: [bursting into laughter] Shut the fuck up!
Donnie Azoff: I’m serious.
Mark Hanna: You gotta stay relaxed. Do you jerk off?
Jordan Belfort: What? Do I jerk off? Yeah. Yeah, I jerk off. Yeah.
Mark Hanna: How many times a week?
Jordan Belfort: Like, um, three or four. Three or four times, maybe five.
Mark Hanna: Gotta pump those numbers up. Those are rookie numbers in this racket. I myself, I jerk off at least twice a day.
Jordan Belfort: Wow.
Mark Hanna: Once in the morning, right after I work out. And then once right after lunch.
Jordan Belfort: Really?
Mark Hanna: I want to. That’s not why I do it. I do it cause I fuckin’ need to.
Jordan Belfort: [Wakes up on plane; finds he is restrained by a seatbelt across his chest] Oh, Jesus Christ. Fuck. Donnie. Donnie, this isn’t… this isn’t funny, you gotta untie me, buddy.
Donnie Azoff: I can’t untie you! The captain tied you up, he almost fuckin’ tasered you!
Jordan Belfort: Why?
Donnie Azoff: Why? You were, like, screaming at people. You were on the floor rollin’ around and shit.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, Jesus.
Donnie Azoff: You called the captain the n-word.
Jordan Belfort: I called the captain the n-word?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, he was very upset.
Jordan Belfort: Really?
Donnie Azoff: Luckily we’re in first class. Jesus Christ. I think you have a fuckin’ drug problem.
Jordan Belfort: People say shit… I mean like, you married your cousin or some stupid shit.
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, my wife is my cousin or whatever, but it’s not like what you think.
Jordan Belfort: Is she like, a first cousin?
Donnie Azoff: Her father is the brother of my mom. Like, we grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know, she fucking grew up hot. And all my friends are trying to fuck her, you know, and I’m not gonna let one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So I used the cousin thing, as like, an in with her. I’m not like, gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone’s gonna fuck my cousin, it’s gonna be me. Out of respect.
Patrick Denham: Let me give you some legal advice: Shut the fuck up!
Jordan Belfort: Oh my God! You had to deal with the Golf Course people too! What a greek tragedy! Honey oh my God!, you probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden, and actually had to do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day? Huh? Cause I can’t keep track of your professions honey! Last month you were a wine connoisseur, and now you’re an aspiring landscape architect, Isn’t that right?
Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you!
Jordan Belfort: Don’t you dare throw that fucking water on me! Don’t you fucking dare!Jordan Belfort: [to the waiter] Oh, I’m good with water for now.
Mark Hanna: It’s his first day on Wall Street. Give him time.
Jordan Belfort: [throwing money at the FBI agents] Fun coupons!
Jordan Belfort: [in thoughts] What I’m asking, you Swiss dick, is are you going to fuck me over?
Jean Jacques Saurel: [also in thoughts] I understand perfectly, you American shit.
Jean Jacques Saurel: Ça depend.
Jordan Belfort: Ça depend on what exactly?
Jean Jacques Saurel: Whether America plans to invade Switzerland in the upcoming months.
Jordan Belfort: I heard some stupid shit. I… I didn’t even want to bring it up. It’s just… stupid.
Donnie Azoff: Shit with me?
Jordan Belfort: You know, just… people say shit. I don’t even know. I don’t even listen to it half the time.
Donnie Azoff: What do they say?
Jordan Belfort: Shit about you and your cousin or something like that. I don’t even listen to it. It doesn’t even…
Donnie Azoff: No… it’s not like that. It’s not like that.
Jordan Belfort: You know what I mean? Like you married your cousin or some stupid shit, you know?
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, my wife… yeah, my wife is my cousin or whatever. But it’s not like what you think or whatever, you know…
Jordan Belfort: Is she like a… first cousin, or is she…
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, no. She… you know, her… her father is the… is the brother of my mom.
Jordan Belfort: Mhm.
Donnie Azoff: It’s not like… Look. We grew up together, and she grew up hot, you know. She fuckin’ grew up hot and all of my friends were trying to fuck her, you know, and I wasn’t… I’m not gonna let someone, you know, one of these assholes fuck my cousin. So I, you know, used the cousin thing as like… like an in with her. I’m not gonna let someone else fuck my cousin, you know? If anyone is gonna fuck my cousin it’s gonna be me, out of… out of respect, you know?
Jordan Belfort: No, I get it, yeah, yeah, yeah. I mean, you’re not afraid of like the whole kid thing, right? Like the whole…
Donnie Azoff: What, if the kid’s retarded?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah.
Donnie Azoff: No, we have two kids.
Jordan Belfort: And they’re… I mean, I don’t want to get personal or anything, but are they okay?
Donnie Azoff: No, they’re not retarded or anything like that…
Jordan Belfort: But there’s a big chance, right? The whole…
Donnie Azoff: Yeah, there’s like a 60 percent, you know… 60, 65 percent chance the kid’s gonna be fuckin’ retarded or whatever…
Jordan Belfort: That’d scare the shit out of me, buddy.
Donnie Azoff: Look, man… a lot of having a kid or whatever takes risk, whether you’re fuckin’ cousins or not, you know…
Jordan Belfort: What if… what if you… I mean, what if something like that happened?
Donnie Azoff: Well, basically, you know, if the kid was retarded I would… I would, you know, drive it up to the country and just like, you know, open the door and let it… say “You’re free now!” You know? Like, “Run free!” You know?
Jordan Belfort: I am not gonna die sober!
Jordan Belfort: You want a beer, pal?
Donnie Azoff: What are you drinkin’?
Jordan Belfort: I got this non-alcoholic shit…
Donnie Azoff: What’s that?
Jordan Belfort: It’s like a non-alcoholic beer. It’s got no… no alcohol.
Donnie Azoff: It’s a beer?
Jordan Belfort: Yeah, with no alcohol.
Donnie Azoff: But, you drink enough and… you drink a lot and it’ll get you fucked up?
Jordan Belfort: No, there’s no alcohol. That’s the fuckin’ point.
Donnie Azoff: I’m not a scientist; I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I can get you beer if you want fuckin’ beer.
Jordan Belfort: I know, but I don’t drink, remember? I don’t drink anymore.
Donnie Azoff: What, you wanna go inside and blow some lines of baking powder, baking soda? Can’t imagine ever not enjoying getting fucked up. I love it.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah…
Donnie Azoff: How’s being sober?
Jordan Belfort: It fuckin’ sucks.
Donnie Azoff: Boring, right?
Jordan Belfort: So boring. I’m gonna kill myself.
Jordan Belfort: [narrating to the camera] An I.P.O. is an initial public offering. It’s the first time a stock is offered for sale to the general population. Now as the firm taking the company public, we set the initial sales price then sold those shares right back to our friends. Yet…
[stops and chuckles]
Jordan Belfort: Look, I know you’re not following what I’m saying anyway, right? That’s… that’s okay, that doesn’t matter. The real question is this: was all this legal? Absolutely fucking not. But we were making more money than we knew what do with.
Donnie Azoff: Jesus Christ, I think you have a fuckin’ drug problem.
Jordan Belfort: Where are the ‘ludes’?
Donnie Azoff: They’re up my ass. Don’t worry about it, I got it.
Jordan Belfort: [sigh of relief] Thank God.
Donnie Azoff: I’ll tell you what: I’m never eating at Benihana again. I don’t care whose birthday it is.
Donnie Azoff: How much money you make?
Jordan Belfort: $70,000 last month.
Donnie Azoff: Get the fuck outta here!
Jordan Belfort: Well, technically, $72,000 last month.
Donnie Azoff: You show me a pay stub for $72,000, I quit my job right now and work for you.
[later, on the phone]
Donnie Azoff: Hey Paulie, what’s up? No, everything’s fine. Hey, listen, I quit!
Jordan Belfort: The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself as to why you can’t achieve it.
Jordan Belfort: [dubious] S-so if I, if I sell a stock at $10,000, my commission is 5,000 bucks.
Dwayne: If you sell $10,000 worth of this stock, I will personally give you a blowjob for free
[Jordan laughs]
Dwayne: … and I hope it happens.
[both laugh]
Jordan Belfort: This right here is the land of opportunity. This is America. This is my home! The show goes on!
[quoting Norma Rae]
Jordan Belfort: They’re gonna need to send in the National Guard to take me out, cos I ain’t going nowhere!
Jordan Belfort: [holding his child] Does Daddy get a kiss from both of his little girls?
Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, no. No, Daddy doesn’t even get to touch Mommy for a very, very… very long time.
Jordan Belfort: Daddy’s really sorry about what he said in the other room, he didn’t mean any of it!
Naomi Lapaglia: Daddy shouldn’t waste his time. And from now on… it’s gonna be nothing but short, short skirts around the house. And you know something else, Daddy? Mommy is just so sick and tired of wearing panties.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah?
Naomi Lapaglia: Yeah.
Naomi Lapaglia: [pushes him away with her legs] But no touching.
Jordan Belfort: Oh, gosh.
Nicholas the Butler: [Naomi walks in on a gay orgy] Oh, hey! Is it Wednesday already?
Jordan Belfort: See those little black boxes? They’re called telephones. I’m gonna let you in on a little secret about these telephones. They’re not gonna dial themselves. Okay? Without you, they’re just worthless hunks of plastic. Like a loaded M16 without a trained marine to pull the trigger.
Patrick Denham: Most of the Wall Street jackasses that I bust, they’re to the manor born. Their fathers are douchebags, just like their fathers before them. But you… You, Jordan, you got this way all on your own.
Jordan Belfort: Did I?
Patrick Denham: Good for you, little man.
Jordan Belfort: Little man?
[laughs]
Jordan Belfort: Me, the little man?
Patrick Denham: Let me tell you something else. Honestly, I’m not bullshitting here, this is one of the nicest boats that I’ve ever been on. I gotta tell you.
Jordan Belfort: I bet it is.
Patrick Denham: And you wanna know what I was just thinking too? The fucking hero I’m gonna be back at the office when the Bureau seizes this fucking boat. Because, I mean, fuckety fuck fuck, Jordan, look at this thing! It’s beautiful! And you got the beautiful girls there. It’s wonderful.
Jordan Belfort: [laughing] All right, get the fuck off my boat.
Patrick Denham: I’m sure we’ll be seeing each other real soon.
Jordan Belfort: I’m sure. Good luck on that subway ride home to your miserable, ugly fucking wives. I’m gonna have Heidi lick some caviar off my balls in the meantime.
Jordan Belfort: She designs women’s panties too? Oh, my God!
Jordan Belfort: My wife, Naomi, the Duchess of Bay Ridge, Brooklyn. A former model and Miller Lite girl. Yeah. She was the one with my cock in her mouth in the Ferrari, so put your dick back in your pants.
Jordan Belfort: So you listen to me and you listen well. Are you behind on your credit card bills? Good, pick up the phone and start dialing! Is your landlord ready to evict you? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! Does your girlfriend think you’re a fucking worthless loser? Good! Pick up the phone and start dialing! I want you to deal with your problems by becoming rich!
Donnie Azoff: I check my messages every day when I come home from work… my answering machine… zero! I got a blinkling light because I don’t have shit from you. I got my wife… I got my wife checking the messages every forty-five minutes calling the office saying. “Has Brad apologized yet? Is there an apology message on the machine?” I don’t have jack-shit. You know what? That’s not how you treat people.
Brad: You gotta be a fucking pal… You know what, I’m gonna give you a fucking pass, just give me the case.
Donnie Azoff: You’re gonna give me a pass?
Brad: Look, it’s a figure of fucking speech, just give me the fucking…
Donnie Azoff: Oh my God, the emperor of Fucksville came down from Fucksville to give me a pass! Hey, what are the citizens of Fucksville doing today when their emperor’s gone? Is it, is it mayhem? Are people looting and raping? What are all the little fuckheads doing while you’re here?
Donnie Azoff: Jordan, it’s fucking good, right? It’s fucked up.
[laughing hysterically]
Jordan Belfort: GET OFF THE PHONE! GET OFF THE PHONE! FBI!
[swipes at Donnie]
Donnie Azoff: Hey! I’m on the phone!
Donnie Azoff: I got a couple of mil’ comin’ in like a week. And when it gets in, I’ll give you a call and you come pick it up.
Brad: You’ll give me a call?
Donnie Azoff: When it gets here, I’ll give you a call and you’ll come pick it up.
Chantalle: Well, we don’t work for you, man!
Donnie Azoff: Sweetheart, you have my money taped to your tits. Technically, you do work for me.
Jordan Belfort: Donnie and I were going out on our own. And the first thing we needed was brokers. Guys with sales experience. So I recruited some of my home town boys. Sea Otter, who sold meat and weed. Chester, who sold tires and weed. And Robbie, who sold anything he can get his hands on, mostly weed. This is Brad, and Brad is the guy I really wanted. But he didn’t go along with us. He was making so much money selling Quaaludes that he become the Quaalude King of Bayside.
Jordan Belfort: [when asked who is Captain Ahab] The book, motherfucker, the book!
Jordan Belfort: You wanna know what money sounds like? Go to a trading floor on Wall street. “Fuck this, shit that. Cunt, cock, asshole.” I couldn’t believe how these guys talked to each other! I was hooked in seconds. It was like mainlining adrenaline.
Naomi Lapaglia: Wake up, you piece of shit! Who’s Venice?
Jordan Belfort: Who?
Naomi Lapaglia: Huh?
Jordan Belfort: Who? Who?
Naomi Lapaglia: Who? What are you, a fucking owl? Who is she? Some little hooker you were fucking last night?
Jordan Belfort: What the fuck are you talking about? No. No way, baby, no!
Naomi Lapaglia: You were calling her name in your sleep!
Jordan Belfort: Are you out of your fucking mind? I don’t even know who Venice is. What the fuck does that even mean? Venice. That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard in my fucking life!
[after flashback of sex with Venice]
Jordan Belfort: That’s right. That’s right, I forgot. Donnie and I were investing in a condominium complex in Venice. That’s why all this confusion.
Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, you’re investing in Italy?
Jordan Belfort: Not Italy. California, baby!
Naomi Lapaglia: Oh, California? You’re a lying piece of shit!
Jordan Belfort: Duchess, baby, come on!
Naomi Lapaglia: Don’t you fucking Duchess me! Don’t you Duchess me! Do you really think that I don’t know what you’re up to? You’re a father now, Jordan.
Jordan Belfort: Yeah! I know.
Naomi Lapaglia: You’re a father now. And you’re still acting like an infant!
[throws water in his face]
Jordan Belfort: FUCK! GODDAMN IT! Baby, you know you got real anger issues.
Naomi Lapaglia: Who is the one who flew in here at 3:00 in the morning on their stupid helicopter and woke up Skylar? That was you! Doesn’t even matter to you! Does it even matter to you that I just had that driving range sodded with Bermuda grass, Jordan, and now you fucking wrecked it!
Jordan Belfort: Oh, Bermuda grass.
Naomi Lapaglia: No, you didn’t research the whole thing and deal with the fucking golf course people!
Jordan Belfort: Oh my God! You had to deal with the gold course people, too! What a Greek tragedy honey! Oh my God! You probably had to pay them in cash with your hands! What a fucking burden! And actually do some work besides swiping my fucking credit card all day, huh? Because I can’t keep track of your professions, honey. Last month you were a wine connoisseur, now you’re an aspiring landscape architect. Let me get that right.
Naomi Lapaglia: Fuck you!
Jordan Belfort: Don’t fucking dare throw that fucking water at me. Don’t you fucking dare.
Naomi Lapaglia: I want a divorce.
Jordan Belfort: What do you mean you want a divorce? What is that supposed to mean, you want a divorce?
Naomi Lapaglia: Get off me! I want a divorce. Get off.
Jordan Belfort: You just made love to me. What the fuck is wrong with you?
Naomi Lapaglia: I don’t love you anymore, Jordan!
Jordan Belfort: Oh, you don’t love me? You don’t love me anymore, huh? Well isn’t that just fucking convenient for you! Now that I’m under federal indictment with an electronic bracelet around my ankle, now you decide you don’t fucking love me anymore. Is that right?
Naomi Lapaglia: No, no.
Jordan Belfort: What kind of person are you? Tell me.
Naomi Lapaglia: You married me!
Jordan Belfort: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Naomi Lapaglia: Jordan, this is how it’s gonna go. I’m gonna take custody of the kids. If you agree to the divorce right now, I will allow visitation. Okay? Don’t try to fight it.
Jordan Belfort: Oh my God.
Naomi Lapaglia: It will save us both a lot of money and I got a feeling you’re gonna need it.
Jordan Belfort: You’re not taking my kids, sweetheart. You hear me?
Naomi Lapaglia: I’ve already talked to the lawyer. He said even if you don’t get convicted I’ve got a good chance of getting them.
Jordan Belfort: I got news for you. You’re not fucking taking my children you vicious fucking cunt, you!
[Naomi slaps Jordan and he slaps her back]
Jordan Belfort: Fuck you! You fucking bitch! You’re not fucking taking my goddamn fucking kids! You hear me? Fuck you! You’re not fucking taking my fucking kids! Fucking whore.
Naomi Lapaglia: [Sees Jordan snorting cocaine] Look at yourself, Jordan. You’re sick! You’re a sick man!
Jordan Belfort: Fuck you! I told you, you’re not taking my fucking kids.
Naomi Lapaglia: You think I would let my kids near you? Look at yourself! You know what my lawyer said? My lawyer said that you’re going to prison for 20 years, Jordan! Twenty fucking years! You’re never gonna see the kids again! No, I’m not fucking letting you near my kids!
Jordan Belfort: You don’t think I’m gonna see my fucking kids again, huh?
Max Belfort: Jordy, one of these days the chickens are gonna come home to roost.
Jordan Belfort: You’re lookin’ at me like I’m crazy.
Max Belfort: Crazy? This is obscene!
Jordan Belfort: [voice over] It was obscene, in the normal world. I mean, who the fuck wanted to live there?
Naomi Lapaglia: Did you just cum?
Jordan Belfort: Oh yeah. I just came. Did you? Did you cum?
Naomi Lapaglia: No.
Jordan Belfort: No? OK. I’m still hard. Just give me a second.
Naomi Lapaglia: Sure.
Mark Hanna: So if you’ve got a client who bought stock at 8 and now it’s at 16 and he’s all fucking happy, he wants to cash in and liquidate, take his fucking money and run home, you don’t let him do that… ’cause that would make it real.
[last lines]
Jordan Belfort: I’m not ashamed to admit it: my first time in prison, I was terrified. For a moment, I had forgotten I lived in a world where everything was for sale. Wouldn’t you like to know how to sell it?
Jordan Belfort: After 15 years in storage, the lemmons had developed a delayed fuse. It took 90 minutes for these fuckers to kick in but once they did, *pow.* And I had skipped the tingle phase and jumped straight to the drool phase. These little bastards were so strong I had discovered a whole new phase. The Cerebral Palsy phase.
Jordan Belfort: Hello, John. How are you doing today? You mailed in my company a postcard a few weeks back, requesting information on penny stocks that had huge upside potential with very little downside risk. Does that ring a bell?
John: Yeah, I may have sent something.
Jordan Belfort: Okay, great. The reason for the call today, John, is something just came across my desk, John. It is perhaps the best thing I’ve seen in the last six months. If you have 60 seconds, I’d like to share the idea with you. You got a minute?
John: Actually, I’m really very…
Jordan Belfort: The name of the company, Aerotyne International. It is a cutting edge high-tech firm out of the Midwest, awaiting imminent patent approval on the next generation of radar detectors that have both huge military and civilian applications. Now, right now, John, the stock trades over-the-counter at 10 cents a share. And by the way, John, our analysts indicate it could go a heck of a lot higher than that. Your profit on a mere $6,000 investment could be upwards of $60,000!
John: Jesus! That’s my mortgage, man.
Jordan Belfort: Exactly. You could pay off your mortgage.
John: This stock will pay off my house?
Jordan Belfort: John, one thing I can promise you, even in this market, is that I never ask my clients to judge me on my winners. I ask them to judge me on my losers, because I have so few. And in the case of Aerotyne, based on every technical factor out there, John, we are looking at a grand slam home run.
John: Okay, let’s do it. I’ll do four grand.
Jordan Belfort: $4,000? That’d be 40,000 shares, John. Let me lock in that trade right now and get back to you with my secretary with an exact confirmation. Sound good, John?
John: Yeah, sounds good.
Jordan Belfort: Great. Hey, John. Thank you for your vote of confidence and welcome to the Investor’s Center.
Mark Hanna: Number one rule of Wall Street. Nobody – and I don’t care if you’re Warren Buffet or if you’re Jimmy Buffet – nobody knows if a stock is going to go up, down, sideways or in circles. You know what a fugazi is?
Jordan Belfort: Fugayzi, it’s a fake.
Mark Hanna: Fugayzi, fugazi. It’s a whazy. It’s a woozie. It’s fairy dust. It doesn’t exist. It’s never landed. It is no matter. It’s not on the elemental chart. It’s not fucking real.
Donnie Azoff: [peeing on his subpoena] Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you, U.S.A. Fuck you! Fuck you!
In the end, “The Wolf of Wall Street” teaches us that chasing money can lead to a wild ride, but it doesn’t always bring happiness.
It’s a reminder that true wealth comes from things like integrity, friendship, and knowing when enough is enough.
So as we bid farewell to this tale of excess and ambition, let’s remember the lessons it offers and strive for a life filled with more than just dollars and cents.
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