turbin3
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BEHOLD my masterpiece. Figured I'd do this up a bit in CCarter-style. I decided to make this based off of one of the best motivational sales speeches there is; that scene from Glengarry Glen Ross. Enjoy and remember, they don't come to the website lest they want to convert, so BUILD, you mofos! 
Blake: Let me have your attention for a moment! So you're talking about what? You're talking about...(puts out his cigarette)...bitching about that link you shot, some son of a bitch that doesn't want to link, somebody that doesn't want to link to your crappy content, some mom blogger you're trying to screw and so forth. Let's talk about something important. Are they all here?
Williamson: All but one.
Blake: Well, I'm going anyway. Let's talk about something important! (to Levene) Put that coffee down!! Coffee's for BUILDERS only. (Levene scoffs) Do you think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Levene?
Levene: Yeah.
Blake: You call yourself an SEO, you son of a bitch?
Moss: I don't have to listen to this shit.
Blake: You certainly don't pal. 'Cause the good news is -- you're fired. The bad news is you've got, all you got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonights rank. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this month’s traffic Build contest. As you all know, first prize is a new Alienware computer. Anyone want to see second prize? Second prize's a mousepad. Third prize is you're fired. You get the picture? You're laughing now? You got referral traffic. Mitch and Murray paid good money for that referral traffic. Get their newsletter signup to sell them! You can't convert the referrals you're given, you can't close shit, you ARE shit, hit the whiny blog comments pal and beat it 'cause you are going out!!!
Levene: The referrals are weak.
Blake: 'The referrals are weak.' Fucking referral traffic is weak? You're weak. I've been in this business since dialup and Netscape.
Moss: What's your name?
Blake: FUCK YOU, that's my name!! You know why, Mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an eighty thousand dollar BMW. That's my name!! (to Levene) And your name is "you're wanting traffic." And you can't play in a man's game. You can't Build your traffic. (at a near whisper) And you go home and tell your wife your troubles. (to everyone again) Because only one thing counts in this life! Get them to convert on the site that you Build! You hear me, you fucking faggots?
(Blake flips over a blackboard which has two sets of letters on it: ABB, and AIDA.)
Blake: A-B-B. A-always, B-be, B-Building. Always be building! Always be building!! A-I-D-A. Attention, interest, decision, action. Attention -- do I have your attention? Interest -- are you interested? I know you are because it's convert or whine on Moz. You Build or you hit the blog comments! Decision -- have you made your decision for Google+?!!
And action. A-I-D-A; get out there!! You got the links and referral traffic comin' in; you think they came in to get out of the rain? Guy doesn't visit the website unless he wants to BUY. Sitting out there waiting to click on your affiliate links! Are you gonna take it? Are you man enough to take it? (to Moss) What's the problem pal? You. Moss.
Moss: You're such a hero, you have so many links. Why you coming down here and wasting your time on a bunch of bloggers?
(Blake sits and takes off his gold watch)
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch cost more than your car. I made $970,000 in AdSense last year. How much you make? You see, pal, that's who I am. And you're nothing. Reciprocal linker? I don't give a shit. Gay webmaster? Fuck you -- go home and play with your blog!! (to everyone) You wanna work here? BUILD!! (to Aaron now) You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this -- how can you take the abuse you get on YouTube comments?! You don't like it -- leave. I can go out there tonight with the materials you got, and Build a website that converts! Tonight! In two hours! Can you? Can you? Go and do likewise! A-I-D-A!! Get mad! You sons of bitches! Get mad!! You know what it takes to convert traffic?
(He pulls something out of his briefcase)
Blake: It takes brass balls to convert traffic.
(He's holding two brass balls on string, over the appropriate "area"--he puts them away after a pause)
Blake: Go and do likewise, gents. The rankings and referrals are out there, you take them, they're yours. You don't--I have no sympathy for you. You wanna go out on those sites tonight and convert, convert, it's yours. If not you're going to be building my links. Bunch of losers sitting around on Moz. (in a mocking weak voice) "Oh yeah, I used to be an SEO, it's a tough racket." (he takes out large stack of red index cards tied together with string from his briefcase) These are the new links. These are the top secret PBN links. And to you, they're gold. And you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. (he hands the stack to Williamson) They're for Builders.
I'd wish you good rankings but you wouldn't know what to do with them if you got 'em. (to Moss as he puts on his watch again) And to answer your question, pal: why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to, they asked me for a favor. I said, the real favor, follow my advice and deindex your fucking website because a loser is a loser.
(He stares at Moss for a sec, and then picking up his laptop, goes into inner office with Williamson)
Always Be Building, gents.
Blake: Let me have your attention for a moment! So you're talking about what? You're talking about...(puts out his cigarette)...bitching about that link you shot, some son of a bitch that doesn't want to link, somebody that doesn't want to link to your crappy content, some mom blogger you're trying to screw and so forth. Let's talk about something important. Are they all here?
Williamson: All but one.
Blake: Well, I'm going anyway. Let's talk about something important! (to Levene) Put that coffee down!! Coffee's for BUILDERS only. (Levene scoffs) Do you think I'm fucking with you? I am not fucking with you. I'm here from downtown. I'm here from Mitch and Murray. And I'm here on a mission of mercy. Your name's Levene?
Levene: Yeah.
Blake: You call yourself an SEO, you son of a bitch?
Moss: I don't have to listen to this shit.
Blake: You certainly don't pal. 'Cause the good news is -- you're fired. The bad news is you've got, all you got, just one week to regain your jobs, starting tonight. Starting with tonights rank. Oh, have I got your attention now? Good. 'Cause we're adding a little something to this month’s traffic Build contest. As you all know, first prize is a new Alienware computer. Anyone want to see second prize? Second prize's a mousepad. Third prize is you're fired. You get the picture? You're laughing now? You got referral traffic. Mitch and Murray paid good money for that referral traffic. Get their newsletter signup to sell them! You can't convert the referrals you're given, you can't close shit, you ARE shit, hit the whiny blog comments pal and beat it 'cause you are going out!!!
Levene: The referrals are weak.
Blake: 'The referrals are weak.' Fucking referral traffic is weak? You're weak. I've been in this business since dialup and Netscape.
Moss: What's your name?
Blake: FUCK YOU, that's my name!! You know why, Mister? 'Cause you drove a Hyundai to get here tonight, I drove an eighty thousand dollar BMW. That's my name!! (to Levene) And your name is "you're wanting traffic." And you can't play in a man's game. You can't Build your traffic. (at a near whisper) And you go home and tell your wife your troubles. (to everyone again) Because only one thing counts in this life! Get them to convert on the site that you Build! You hear me, you fucking faggots?
(Blake flips over a blackboard which has two sets of letters on it: ABB, and AIDA.)
Blake: A-B-B. A-always, B-be, B-Building. Always be building! Always be building!! A-I-D-A. Attention, interest, decision, action. Attention -- do I have your attention? Interest -- are you interested? I know you are because it's convert or whine on Moz. You Build or you hit the blog comments! Decision -- have you made your decision for Google+?!!
And action. A-I-D-A; get out there!! You got the links and referral traffic comin' in; you think they came in to get out of the rain? Guy doesn't visit the website unless he wants to BUY. Sitting out there waiting to click on your affiliate links! Are you gonna take it? Are you man enough to take it? (to Moss) What's the problem pal? You. Moss.
Moss: You're such a hero, you have so many links. Why you coming down here and wasting your time on a bunch of bloggers?
(Blake sits and takes off his gold watch)
Blake: You see this watch? You see this watch?
Moss: Yeah.
Blake: That watch cost more than your car. I made $970,000 in AdSense last year. How much you make? You see, pal, that's who I am. And you're nothing. Reciprocal linker? I don't give a shit. Gay webmaster? Fuck you -- go home and play with your blog!! (to everyone) You wanna work here? BUILD!! (to Aaron now) You think this is abuse? You think this is abuse, you cocksucker? You can't take this -- how can you take the abuse you get on YouTube comments?! You don't like it -- leave. I can go out there tonight with the materials you got, and Build a website that converts! Tonight! In two hours! Can you? Can you? Go and do likewise! A-I-D-A!! Get mad! You sons of bitches! Get mad!! You know what it takes to convert traffic?
(He pulls something out of his briefcase)
Blake: It takes brass balls to convert traffic.
(He's holding two brass balls on string, over the appropriate "area"--he puts them away after a pause)
Blake: Go and do likewise, gents. The rankings and referrals are out there, you take them, they're yours. You don't--I have no sympathy for you. You wanna go out on those sites tonight and convert, convert, it's yours. If not you're going to be building my links. Bunch of losers sitting around on Moz. (in a mocking weak voice) "Oh yeah, I used to be an SEO, it's a tough racket." (he takes out large stack of red index cards tied together with string from his briefcase) These are the new links. These are the top secret PBN links. And to you, they're gold. And you don't get them. Why? Because to give them to you is just throwing them away. (he hands the stack to Williamson) They're for Builders.
I'd wish you good rankings but you wouldn't know what to do with them if you got 'em. (to Moss as he puts on his watch again) And to answer your question, pal: why am I here? I came here because Mitch and Murray asked me to, they asked me for a favor. I said, the real favor, follow my advice and deindex your fucking website because a loser is a loser.
(He stares at Moss for a sec, and then picking up his laptop, goes into inner office with Williamson)
Always Be Building, gents.
