A. Hank Paulson ("You think you can do what I do? You can't do shit!")
B. His realtor ("Good luck selling this hole without me")
C. Phil Goldstein (He'll tell anyone to fuck off)
D. Jamie Dimon (The maestro of tongue lashings; "I could have your job with one phone call.")
E. Jimmy Cayne (TG screwed him in a game of bridge)
F. The Hooters Girl waiting on his party this morning (The Treasury Secretary was getting a bit too pawsy for her liking).
G. Charlie Gasparino (what he actually said was 'va fungol!')
H. The CEO of Turbo Tax ("You lying, denying, tax evading piece of shit. Don't put your criminal activities on us.")
I. Vikram Pandit ("Get your filthy hands off me-- what does this look like, a tickle booth?")
J. The elderly woman in the Buick this morning (you can't cut people off like that and think there won't be consequences)
K. His wife ("Learn how to make a cup of coffee, bitch")
L. All of the above.
M. None of the above.
In this case we were looking for answer M (though L would probably also work). M this afternoon, none of the above, because it was John Mack.
Upstairs, Mack was on the phone with Mitsubishi's chief executive, Nobuo Kuroyanagi, and a translator trying to nail down the letter of intent. His assistant interrupted him, whispering, "Tim Geithner is on the phone--he has to talk to you."
Cupping the receiver, Mack said, "Tell him I can't speak now. I'll call him back."
Five minutes later, Paulson called. "I can't. I'm on with the Japanese. I'll call him when I'm off," he told his assistant.
Two minutes later, Geithner was back on the line. "He says he has to talk to you and it's important," Mack's assistant reported helplessly.
Mack was minutes away from reaching an agreement. He looked at Ji-Yeun Lee, who was standing in his office helping with the deal, and told her, "Cover your ears."
"Tell him to get fucked," Mack said of Geithner. "I'm trying to save my firm."