Kathryn: Silly rabbit. My triumph isn’t over her. It’s over you.
Sebastian: Come again?
Kathryn: You were very much in love with her. And you’re still in love with her. But it amused me to make you ashamed of it. You gave up on the first person you ever loved because I threatened your reputation. Don’t you get it? You’re just a toy, Sebastian. A little toy I like to play with. And now you’ve completely blown it with her. I think it’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.
Therein lies the cruel intentions of the film, a person actively manipulating time and time again and dares to sabotage someone’s chance of true love, a better life and preventing their path to true repentance. Here we had a soul who was destructive and was ready and willing to change and do good and the person he had an unholy tie with (they were both rotten souls originally and are step-siblings) she just thrashes his chances and it costs his life….
It's all about bucks, kid, the rest
Bud, you're still going to be
president. And when the time comes,
you'll parachute out a rich man.
With the money you're going to
make, your father won't have to
work another day in his life.
Tell me, Gordon--when does it all
end? How many yachts can you
waterski behind? How much is enough?
Buddy, it's not a question of
enough. It's a zero sum game, sport.
Somebody wins and somebody loses.
Money itself isn't lost or made,
it's simply transferred from one
perception to another. Like magic.
That painting cost $60,000 10 years
ago. I could sell it today for
$600,000. The illusion has become
real. And the more real it becomes,
the more desperately they want it.
Capitalism at its finest.
How much is enough Gordon?
The richest one percent of this
country owns half the country's
wealth: 5 trillion dollars. One
third of that comes from hard work,
two thirds of it comes from
inheritance, interest on interest
accumulation to widows and idiot
sons and what I do -- stock and
real estate speculation. It's
bullshit. Ninety percent of the
American people have little or no
net worth. I create nothing; I own.
We make the rules, Buddy, the news,
war, peace, famine, upheaval; the
cost of a paper clip.
(picking one up)
We pull the rabbit out of the hat
while everybody else sits around
their whole life wondering how we
(crosses to Bud)
...you're not naive enough to think
we're living in a democracy are
you, Buddy? It's the free market.
You're one of us now...take
advantage of it. You got the killer
instinct, kid, stick with me. I got
things to teach you...