All the Money in the World Quotes

J. Paul Getty: They say you never really know someone until you have divorced them.

Fletcher Chase: I wish I knew that three marriages ago.

Playboy Interviewer: It's been reported that you're the first man in history with a fortune in excess of a billion dollars.

J. Paul Getty: I have no idea. But, if you can count your money you're not a billionaire.

J. Paul Getty: Morning, Chase.

[Getty walks around a covered table]

J. Paul Getty: Will you, uh, help me with this?

[Getty and Chase uncover the table to reveal a model mansion]

J. Paul Getty: I'm, uh, building a house in California. An exact replica of my imperial villa in Rome, down to the very last detail. But with flush toilets. Yes, the mountain may not have come to Muhammad, but it sure as hell came to me.

Nancy Getty's Secretary: Mr. Getty. The West Texas Intermediate, sir.

[secretary hands stock number strip to Getty]

Fletcher Chase: What's it feel like, reading that slip of paper?

J. Paul Getty: Well, for a moment, money loses all meaning and becomes as plentiful as air. Like flight. And then, it passes.

[Getty crumples the strip and throws it away]

J. Paul Getty: What's, uh, all this I see on TV with Gail paying the ransom in full? We both know she doesn't have it.

Fletcher Chase: The lady's made other arrangements.

J. Paul Getty: But she doesn't have the money. So, uh, what's going on? Come on. Where did she get it? Is she fucking somebody?

[pause]

Fletcher Chase: You know, I think I'm finally beginning to understand what makes you tick.

J. Paul Getty: No, no, you couldn't begin to. So, spill it. What's going on? What's her game? Don't forget, Chase, I have a contract. And I'll enforce it.

Fletcher Chase: No, I don't think so.

J. Paul Getty: Oh? Why not?

Fletcher Chase: Can you hear me? I want to make sure that I'm very clear. Because whatever personal security you presently enjoy comes from me. All right? Those Alsatians limping around the pool? My people trained them. Your security system? My people installed it. The bodyguards? That's right, you rapacious old fuck, you are protected from every threat imaginable, unless that threat happens to be me.

J. Paul Getty: I suppose this is your way of submitting your resignation.

Fletcher Chase: Hey!

[Chase grabs Getty by the arm]

Fletcher Chase: 'Men of risk'? Isn't that what you called us? 'I risk my money, you risk your life.' You're so full of shit. You and me? We never risked a thing in our lives. We never took the chances ordinary people take. That's why we are what we are now. You're just cheap, Paul. You could have all the money in the world, and you are still a no-good, miserable son of a bitch, and don't you forget it. Goodbye, Mr. Getty.

[Chase begins to walk away]

J. Paul Getty: Those children are my blood, Chase!

[Chase waves at him on his way out]

J. Paul Getty: They're mine.

[Getty grabs the paper strip and throws it in the fireplace]

J. Paul Getty: She took them.

Fletcher Chase: I mean, what would it take for you to feel secure?

J. Paul Getty: More.

Prince Al-Walid: The younger generation has become weak and lazy. Our children care about nothing but Lamborghinis and discotheques.

Fletcher Chace: Well, perhaps, then, you would do well to accept our competitor's offer.

Prince Al-Walid: How so, Mr. Chase?

Fletcher Chace: Maybe Standard Oil will find ways to siphon all that money away with their accounting tricks and bring your wayward children closer to God. Kidding aside, Your Highness,my employer has made you rich.

Prince Al-Walid: Not as rich as him.

Fletcher Chace: If you renew your land-use agreement with Getty, he'll make you twice as rich. Can Standard Oil say that? Can Standard Oil say that?

Prince Al-Walid: We don't need the Americans anymore. Our cartel, OPEC, will control inventory now. OPEC will set the oil price.

Fletcher Chace: Let me just be very clear, okay? Nothing would make Mr. Getty happier than to see the price of oil higher. In fact, he'd be happy to help.

Fletcher Chace: Gail, I lied. All right?I said I was authorized to pay them $200,000. You know how much I'm really authorized to pay? Nothing. All right, if they accept, I won't be able to deliver, but I had to buy some time. You wanted to know what I used to do. This is what I used to do, what I still do for Getty.

Gail Harris: Because there's no one in your life but yourself.

Fletcher Chace: Fair enough. $17 million and zero dollars, that's how far apart we are. Those numbers have got to move.

Oswald Hinge: Ms. Getty, we offer you our sincerest condolences.

Gail Harris: Well, you're very thoughtful.

Oswald Hinge: Please, sit. Mr. Getty's death has created a bit of a crisis here. You see, the estate was structured as a charitable family trust.

Gail Harris: Did he ever give any money to charity?

Oswald Hinge: No. No.

Gail Harris: The trust enabled Mr. Getty to build his fortune without paying taxes. There was just one catch. Under the rules of the trust, he couldn't actually spend the money.

Gail Harris: What's the point of making all that money if you can't spend it?

Oswald Hinge: Well, he couldn't spend it, but he could invest it.So, he invested it in things. Art. Antiques. Soon, he had a... A staggering amount of things.And a staggering amount of money. Now someone has to decide what to do with it all.

Gail Harris: What do you want with me?

Oswald Hinge: How do I put this... The king is dead. The throne is vacant. Your children are his heirs. Until they come of age,someone has to make the decisions. Which means, of course, someone has to take his place.

Gail Harris: Paul? Come say hello to Mr. Chace. Or goodbye. I'm not sure which.

Fletcher Chace: He's gonna be trouble with the ladies.

John Paul Getty III: I already am.

Gail Harris: I do hope you'll stay on with us. I know you had other ambitions, but..

Fletcher Chace: Guys like me don't get rich. We get sidetracked too easily.

Gail Harris: Shame.

Fletcher Chace: Not really.

Gail Harris: I think of you as family.

Fletcher Chace: Kind of you to say so, ma'am. Was a couple things around the grounds that I've been meaning to see to.

Gail Harris: Yes, of course. Don't let me keep you.

J. Paul Getty: It's a good day.

Fletcher Chace: I'm glad to hear that, Mr. Getty. It'll make this much easier. We need to pay the ransom.

J. Paul Getty: I thought you said this was a hoax.

Fletcher Chace: Your grandson was kidnapped by members of the Calabrese' Ndrangheta. Two of the original kidnappers are dead, and one is missing.

J. Paul Getty: That sounds like progress to me.

Fletcher Chace: I'm afraid not, all right? They got nervous waiting for the ransom. They sold the boy to an investor.

J. Paul Getty: "An investor"? Who invests in kidnapped children?

Fletcher Chace: You'd be surprised. There's nothing people can't find a way to turn into money.

J. Paul Getty: You told me that Paul and his mother had cooked this up to soak me.

Fletcher Chace: And I was wrong, all right? Paul may have talked about being kidnapped with his friends. He put it out there. He's not behind this.

J. Paul Getty: How do I know that you're not wrong now?

Fletcher Chace: These people are not the old-world Malavita anymore. Their only code is profit and loss. They will do things to Paul that cannot be undone for any amount of money. We have to pay

J. Paul Getty: Well, this simply isn't possible. My financial position has changed.

Fletcher Chace: Really? I mean, 30 seconds ago,you said it was a good day. I mean, I'm not all that bright, but I can multiply as well as you. With oil up as much as it was this morning, you have amassed another fortune.

J. Paul Getty: Well, what if the embargo is lifted and oil were to crash? I'd be exposed. I have never been more vulnerable financially than I am right now.

Fletcher Chace: Mr. Getty, with all due respect, nobody has ever been richer than you are at this moment.

J. Paul Getty: I have no money to spare.

Fletcher Chace: What would it take? I mean, what would it take for you to feel secure?

J. Paul Getty: More

Corvo: Forgive me, Ms. Getty. Just one last question, regarding your testimony earlier. Why did you think the kidnapping was a joke?

Gail Harris: It's a *figure of speech*. The whole situation was unbelievable. It still is.

Corvo: Well, tragic, yes, but not unbelievable.

Fletcher Chace: It's not tragic *yet*. Maybe you ought to work on keeping it that way.

[later]

Fletcher Chace: Did Paul ever talk to you about having himself kidnapped?

Gail Harris: You've got to remember who the Gettys are. Every time someone stays in the bathroom for too long, someone makes a joke about being held for ransom. Paul might have cracked a joke once or twice among friends...

Fletcher Chace: [points] There's that word again.

Gail Harris: What word?

Fletcher Chace: A "joke". You said you thought it was a joke when it first happened.

Gail Harris: Now you sound like that policeman. Whose side are you on, Mr. Chace?

Fletcher Chace: I'm on my own side. Always. And if this is a joke, I'd like to make sure that I'm in on it.