Nobody Puts Baby Blankfein In A Corner!
Or keeps his team waiting, or so much as suggests they submit to such pedestrian measures as the signing of a nondisclosure agreement prior to rifling around another firm's underwear drawer. I'm not going to go so far as to say rookie moves like this are why Bear Stearns no longer exists but I'm not not going to say it. And a future note to those of you who may find yourselves in the throes of a weekend bailout at some point in the near future-- if you should so much as dare not have bagels and lox waiting upon the Goldman guys' arrival, along with your entire prop desk book on scented paper, you'll be looking at the business end of a hissy fit to end all hissy fits. I am not fucking around on this point. I swear to god you people sicken me. Buy a vowel.
From Kate Kelly's Street Fighters:
