The Wheeler Dealers (1963)

Jim Backus: Bullard Bear

Quotes 

• Bullard Bear : I can't possibly let her go. She's my number one boy!

• Whitby : Great Eastern Offshore Oil, cost 14 dollars a share... six-cent bid.

  Bullard Bear : [slightly incredulous]  You mean we haven't unloaded *that* yet?

  Whitby : Well, it takes a while to unload the real dogs, Bullard.

  Bullard Bear : My boy, somewhere in that vast, verdant ever-growing nation of ours must be people stupid enough to buy Great Eastern Offshore Oil. Find them.

• Whitby : Here's another real dog, Bullard... Universal widget. Doesn't say when Osgood bought it. Doesn't say for how much. We've had it for a long time. I - I can't seem to find out anything about it.

  Bullard Bear : Well, write it up in our next stock letter. Point out that industry is growing increasingly widget-conscious.

  Whitby : What is a widget, Bullard?

  Bullard Bear : I don't know. Ask industry!

• Bullard Bear : Miss Thatcher, I've been wanting to talk to you for some time, like a father to a daughter. I've been watching what's been happening to you. You've grown hard. That tender, lovely look you used to have in your eyes is gone. Now they glint. No, I have to come right out and say it. This crass commercial world has coarsened you.

  Molly Thatcher : What do you mean?

  Bullard Bear : No, Miss Thatcher, I wouldn't want it on my conscience that I took a lovely young girl and let her work transform her into a heartless, grasping dealer in the marketplace. I, I can't just bear sitting by and watching while I see all that is wonderful and tender in you wrung out and cast aside... You can clean out your desk.

• [in his office, Bear is telling Whitby to fire Molly to save money - she gets up from her desk] 

  Bullard Bear : Where is she going?

  Whitby : Her lunch club, I think.

  Bullard Bear : Women shouldn't be allowed to have lunch clubs. We gotta keep 'em off-balance, disorganized, clawing and scratching at each other. Otherwise they might turn on us like mad dogs!

• Whitby : We're still in the red while everyone else is cleaning up.

  Bullard Bear : Economy... that's the answer. We've just got to trim off some of the fat. No more long-distance phone calls. Tell your pals at the club to pick up some luncheon checks. Last man out at night has to make sure that he turns out all the lights. Cancel the linen service. We'll get paper towels... You know, the kind that come out one sheet at a time. Tell the men to blot, not rub.