"It's a fugayzi, fugazhi, it's a wahzi, it's a woozie. It's fairy dust..."
The biggest thing Americans sell to one another isn't a stock: it's the American Dream. It's universal, and it's tangible in the form of a college degree, a good salary, a house, a car, 2.5 kids and a golden retriever. It's the reason why Jordan Belfort still has a job at the end of the movie. When he's asking the audience to sell him the pen, he's really asking us and we're only too anxious to pitch him because there's a little seed of hope embedded in our minds that makes us believe we can be the one. We can be the one to sell him the pen and if we do, our fantasies and our dreams can and will come true. However, as evidenced in the life of the Wolf, it seems the brokers are just as hooked in as the buyers because once we're in the market, no one's getting out. We keep on investing and reinvesting in stocks, so our fairy dust can reach maximum profitability. The only difference between the American Dream and stocks is that the Dream pretty much sells itself:
"... Stratton Oakmont is America! Give me your tired and poor! The very moment you walk through that door and pledge your loyalty to this firm, you become part of a family, you become a Strattonite! It doesn't matter who you are, it doesn't matter where you're from! Whether your family came over on the Mayflower or on a f*cking inner tube from Haiti!"
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I'm a thinker/fantasizer who writes down his thoughts and fantasies hoping it makes sense to everyone else. Also I'm an aspiring screenwriter, but if I can work in film at all, I'd be happy. One day you may hear the name Ryan Kim and associate it with "Academy Award winning writer" or with "where's that guy with my coffee." If the latter comes true, please let it be Paul Thomas Anderson's coffee I'm getting.
