Richard Hayden:
[Tommy manages to convince a waitress to temporarily open the diner kitchen]
Did that board to the head knock something loose?
Tommy:
What are you talking about?
Richard Hayden:
That 180 you just pulled with the waitress. Why can't you sell like that?
Tommy:
I was just having fun. If we didn't get the wings, so what? We still got that meat lover's pizza in the trunk.
Richard Hayden:
Hey, you got the wings 'cause you were relaxed, so you had confidence. And that's what it takes to sell; confidence. Your dad had that.
[looking at a piece of shrimp from his plate]
Richard Hayden:
Ugh. Why do you always have to de-turd these things?
Tommy:
My dad was smart. I'm not.
Richard Hayden:
Very true, but there's two types of smarts: book smarts, which waved bye-bye to you long ago, and there's street smart; the ability to read people. And you know how to do that, just like your dad. He was the best at knowing what people wanted to hear and what people needed to hear. That's what selling is all about. In a way, these people are buying you, not just brake pads.
Tommy:
Hey, everybody, it's Tony Robbins. Maybe you're right, Richard.
Richard Hayden:
I think I am.
[showing him the shrimp]
Richard Hayden:
Holy lord, look at this guy. Caught him right after Thanksgiving feast.
Tommy:
[snickering]
Nice, Richard.
Richard Hayden:
God, I need a pooper scooper.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 08:37