Ray Kroc: If I saw a competitor drowning, I'd shove a hose down his throat.
Dick McDonald: I just have to ask you one thing. Something I've never understood.
Ray Kroc: Alright.
Dick McDonald: That day we met, when we gave you the tour...
Ray Kroc: Uh huh. What about it?
Dick McDonald: We showed you everything. The whole system, all of our secrets. We were an
open book. So why didn't you just...
Ray Kroc: Steal it? Just, grab your ideas and run off, start my own business... using all those ideas of yours. It would have failed.
Dick McDonald: How do you know?
Ray Kroc: Am I the only one who got the kitchen tour? You must have invited lots of people back there, huh?
Dick McDonald: And?
Ray Kroc: How many of them succeeded?
Dick McDonald: Lots of people started restaurants.
Ray Kroc: As big as McDonald's?
Dick McDonald: Of course not.
Ray Kroc: No one ever has and no one ever will because they all lacked that one thing...
that makes McDonald's special.
Dick McDonald: Which is?
Ray Kroc: Even you don't know what it is.
Dick McDonald: Enlighten me.
Ray Kroc: It's not just the system, Dick. It's the name. That glorious name, McDonald's. It could be, anything you want it to be... it's limitless, it's wide open... it sounds,
uh... it sounds like... it sounds like America. That's compared to Kroc. What a crock. What a load of crock. Would you eat at a place named Kroc's? Kroc's has that blunt, Slavic sound. Kroc's. But McDonald's, oh boy. That's a beauty. A guy named McDonald? He's never gonna get pushed around in life.
Dick McDonald: That's clearly not the case.
Ray
Kroc: So, you don't have a check for 1.35 million dollars in your pocket? Bye Dick.
Dick McDonald: So if you can't beat'em, buy'em.
Ray Kroc: I remember the first time I saw that name stretched across your stand out there. It was love at first sight. I knew right then and there... I had to have it. And now I do.
Dick
McDonald: You don't have it.
Ray Kroc: You sure about that?
Ray Kroc: Bye Dick.
Employee (San Bernadino): Hi, welcome to McDonald's. May I take your order?
Ray Kroc: Yeah, I'll have a hamburger, french fries, and a Coca-Cola.
Employee (San Bernadino): That'll be 35 cents please.
Ray Kroc: All right.
[Gives him 50 cents]
Employee (San Bernadino): Fifteen
cents is your change.
[Gives it to him, then turns around and grabs a bag and a drink with a straw in it, and sets it in front of him]
Employee (San Bernadino): Here you are.
Ray Kroc: [Points to it] What's this?
Employee (San Bernadino): Your food.
Ray Kroc: No, no, no, I just ordered.
Employee (San Bernadino): And now it's here.
Ray Kroc: [Seems hesitant] You sure?
[the employee nods]
Ray Kroc: All right.
[Goes to grab it, but is still hesitant]
Ray Kroc: Where's the umm... the silverware and plates and everything?
Employee (San Bernadino): You just eat
it straight out of the wrapper, and then you throw it all out.
Ray Kroc: Really? Okay.
[Grabs the order, turns to go, but turns back again]
Ray Kroc: Where do I eat it?
Employee (San Bernadino): [Appears uneasy himself answering his questions] Your car, at the park, at home. Wherever you like.
Ray
Kroc: Okay. Okay. Okay, thank you.
[Finally leaves the window and sits down to eat]
Ray Kroc: While you two boys were content to sit back and become a couple of also-rans... I wanna take the future. I wanna win. And you don't get there by being some "aw shucks" guy sap. There's no place in business for people like that. Business is war. It's dog eat dog, rat eat rat. If my competitor were drowning, I'd walk over and put a hose right in his mouth. Can you say the
same?
Mac McDonald: [pause] I can't. Nor would I want to.
Ray Kroc: Hence, your single location.
Mac McDonald: We want you out of this company, Ray.
Ray Kroc: Mac, how do you propose we do that?
Mac McDonald: We will sue you, whatever it takes.
Ray Kroc:
And you'd probably win. But you can't afford to sue me. I'd bury you in court costs alone. Mac, I'm the president and C.E.O. of a major corporation with land holdings in 17 states... You run a burger stand in the desert. I'm national. You're fucking local.
[Mac collapses]
Ray Kroc: Look, if you don't wanna make a profit, that's fine.But don't stop the rest of us.
Dick McDonald: Us?
Ray Kroc: Us, as in everyone but you.
Dick McDonald: Who did you send them to?
Ray Kroc: Everyone but you.
Dick McDonald: You have no right. You are to
stop this instant, is that clear?
Ray Kroc: Nah...
Dick McDonald: What the hell does that mean, nah? You will abide by the terms of your deal.
Ray Kroc: I am through taking marching orders from you... You and your endless parade of NO's. Constantly cowering in the face of progress.
Dick McDonald: If
phony powdered milkshakes is your idea of progress you have a profound misunderstand of what McDonald's is about.
Ray Kroc: I have a far greater understanding of McDonald's than you two yokles.
Dick McDonald: What? You will do as we say.
Ray Kroc: Nope.
Dick McDonald: You have a contract!
Ray Kroc: You know, contracts are like hearts... they're made to be broken.
Ray Kroc: What's your name?
Leonard Rosenblatt: Leonard. Leonard Rosenblatt.
Ray Kroc: Rosenblatt? What's a Jew doing selling Catholic bibles?
Leonard Rosenblatt: Making a living.
[first lines]
Ray Kroc: I know what you're thinkin'... What the heck do I need a 5-spindle for... when I barely sell enough milkshakes to justify my single-spindle. Right? Wrong. Are you familiar with the notion of the chicken or the egg Mr. Griffith, I mentioned... that there'd be costs. Well, I think it applies here. Do you not need the multimixer because, well heck,
you're not selling enough milkshakes. Or are you not selling enough milkshakes because you don't have a multimixer? I firmly believe it's the latter. Because your customer comes in here and he knows if he orders a shake from your establishment... that well, he's in for a terrific wait. He's done it before and he thinks to himself, well by golly, I'm not gonna make that mistake again. But if ya had
the Prince Castle, 5-spindle, multimixer... with patented direct-drive electric motor we'd greatly increase your ability to produce... delicious, frosty milkshakes, FAST. Mark my words. Dollars to donuts, you'll be sellin' more of those sons of bitches... then you can shake a stick at. You increase the supply, and the demand will follow... Increase supply, demand follows. Chicken, egg. Do you
follow my logic?I know you do because you're a bright, forward thinking guy who... knows a good idea when he hears one. So... What do you say?
Mac McDonald: [Giving Kroc his first tour of McDonald's] Speed. That's the name of the game. The first stop for every McDonald's hamburger is the grill. Manned by two cooks, whose sole job it is to cook those all-beef beauties to perfection. Meanwhile, as the patty cooks, our dressers get the buns ready. Watch out. Burger crossing!
McDonald's Employees: Burger crossing!
Mac McDonald: Every McDonald's burger has two pickles, a pinch of onions, and a precise shot of ketchup and mustard.
Ray Kroc: [Points to the ketchup and mustard despensers] Now, where did you get those?
Mac McDonald: We made them.
Ray Kroc: Made them?
Mac McDonald: Yes,
custom-built. The whole kitchen is. Next, this is the finishing station where we put the whole thing together. And...
[Leads Ray to the end of the line, holding up a wrapped hamburger]
Mac McDonald: Voila! A fresh, delicious burger from grill to counter in 30 seconds.
Ray Kroc: Let me explain something to you Dick... You boys have full say over what goes on inside the restaurants. But outside, above, below... your authority stops at the door. And at the floor. Alright?
Mac McDonald: What is he saying?
Dick McDonald: He's buying the land.
Mac McDonald: Our land?