"I got a shelf life of ten years, tops. My next contract's gotta bring me the dollars that'll last me and mine a long time. Shit, I'm out of this sport in 5 years. What's my family gonna live on? Huh?"

"Look I don't have all the answers. To be honest, in life, I failed as often as I succeeded. But I love my wife. I love my life. And I wish you my kind of success."

"I will not rest until I have you holding a Coke, wearing your own shoe, playing a Sega game featuring you, while singing your own song in a new commercial, starring you, broadcast during the Superbowl, in a game that you are winning, and I will not sleep until that happens. I'll give you fifteen minutes to call me back."

"Bob Sugar said I don't understand what it's like to be a black man? I'm Mister black people!"

"Who had I become? Just another shark in a suit? Two days later at our corporate conference in Miami, a breakthrough. Breakdown? Breakthrough. I couldn't escape one simple thought: I hated myself. No, no, no, here's what it was: I hated my place in the world. I had so much to say and no one to listen. And then it happened. It was the oddest, most unexpected thing. I began writing what they call a mission statement. Not a memo, a mission statement. You know, a suggestion for the future of our company. A night like this doesn't come along very often. I seized it. What started out as one page became twenty-five. Suddenly, I was my father's son again. I was remembering the simple pleasures of this job, how I ended up here out of law school, the way a stadium sounds when one of my players performs well on the field. The way we are meant to protect them in health and in injury. With so many clients, we had forgotten what was important.I wrote and wrote and wrote and wrote and I'm not even a writer. I was remembering even the words of the original sports agent, my mentor, the late great Dickie Fox who said: 'The key to this business is personal relationships.' Suddenly, it was all pretty clear. The answer was fewer clients. Less money. More attention. Caring for them, caring for ourselves and the games, too. Just starting our lives, really. Hey - I'll be the first to admit, what I was writing was somewhat touchy-feely. I didn't care. I have lost the ability to bullshit. It was the me I'd always wanted to be. I took it in a bag to a Copymat in the middle of the night and printed up a hundred and ten copies. Even the cover looked like The Catcher in the Rye. I entitled it 'The Things We Think and Do Not Say: The Future of Our Business.'...Everybody got a copy...I was 35. I had started my life."

"Lie. Cheat. Steal. All In A Day's Work."

"A Story For Everyone Who Works For A Living."

"You are a shit-head, Williamson. Can't think on your feet, you ought to keep your mouth closed."

"That's defeatist! Fuck it!"

"[to John Williamson] What the hell are you? You're a fuckin' secretary. Fuck you. Yeah, that's my message to ya: fuck you and kiss my ass, and if you don't like it baby, I'm going across the street to Jerry Graff, period. Fuck you."

"I've been on a hot streak. So what? The things I could learn from you."

"I subscribe to the law of contrary public opinion: if everyone thinks one thing, then I say, bet the other way."

"Bruce Altman - Larry Spannel"

"Jonathan Pryce - James Lingk"

"Kevin Spacey - John Williamson"

"Alan Arkin - George Aaronow"

"Ed Harris - Dave Moss"

"Alec Baldwin - Blake"

"Jack Lemmon - Shelley "The Machine" Levene"

"Jude Ciccolella - Detective"

"Al Pacino - Richard "Ricky" Roma"

"There was nothing wrong with it [his name]... until I was about twelve years old and that no-talent ass clown became famous and started winning Grammys."

"PC LOAD LETTER? What the fuck does that mean?"

"Paul Willson - Bob Porter"

"John C. McGinley - Bob Slydell"

"Joe Bays - Dom Portwood"