passion

Uncle Henry Skinner: Max, have I told you why I enjoy making wine so much?

Young Max: You don't make the wine, Uncle Henry - that guy Duflot does.

Uncle Henry Skinner: [Reproachfully] In France it's always the landowner who makes the wine, even though he does nothing more than supervise with binoculars from the comfort of his study. No, I enjoy making wine, because this sublime nectar is quite simply incapable of lying. Picked too early, picked too late, it matters not - the wine will always whisper into your mouth with complete, unabashed honesty every time you take a sip.

Max Skinner: Good morning, lab rats.

Assembled traders and staff: Good morning, Max.

Max Skinner: Today we're shifting gears. Today... is "greedy bastard" day.

[Assembled traders and staff let out a murmur of excitement]

Max Skinner: The secret to riches, lab rats, is the same as the secret to comedy: timing.