They're giving these loans to anyone with a credit-score and a pulse what do you think we do here all day?
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Look I'm a yield guy I make two thousand on a fixed rate prime but I can make ten thousand on a sub-prime adjustable trust me, I'm not driving that 7-series without strippers no-one on the pole has good credit, and they're all cash-rich.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Their credit actually isn't bad enough for him.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Here, they're saying that there's 10-to-1 returns, on credit default swaps for mortgage backed securities and the whole housing market is about to collapse.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

The banks have given us twenty-five percent interest rates on credit cards.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

With something called a credit default swap.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

Apparently this guy wanted two-hundred mill in credit default swaps.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

We just sold 200 million in credit-swaps for mortgage-bonds some fund-manager from California, f***ing crazy right?!
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

We're prepared to sell you 5 million in credit default swaps on these mortgage bonds.
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

I wanna buy... Swaps on mortgage bonds credit default swap, that will pay off... If the underlying... Bond fails.
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What exactly is the credit-rating on this bond?
>> The Big Short大空头（2015） Movie Script

They deserve all the credit.
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- Credit to your tenacity.
>> 成人世界 Adult World (2013) Movie Script

Devotion to the church, love for the land, loyalty to the family, and credit in the bank.
>> 1900 Movie Script

- I don't give credit.
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“I pointed that herd the whole way up here,” Dish said stubbornly. “I guess I can find my way back. Besides, I got a coat.” Call had little money on him, but he had arranged for credit in the little bank in Miles City and he wrote Dish out an order for his wages, using the bottom of a frying pan to rest his tablet on. It was just after breakfast and a number of the hands were watching. There had been a light snowfall the night before and the plains were white for miles around.
>> Lonesome Dove 孤鸽镇

Newt and the Rainey boys had begun to talk of whores. Surely the Captain would let them go to town with the rest of the crew when they hit Ogallala. The puzzling thing was how much a whore might cost. The talk around the wagon was never very specific on that score. The Rainey boys were constantly tallying up their wages and trying to calculate whether they would be sufficient. What made it complicated was that they had played cards for credit the whole way north. The older hands had done the same, and the debts were complicated. As the arrival in Ogallala began to dominate their thoughts almost entirely, the question of cash was constantly discussed, and many debts discounted on the promise of actual money.
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“If that woman was your wife, I guess this child is yours,” Clara said. “She had it the night she was here. Then she left. She was very anxious to get to town. I don’t believe she realized what a fine boy she had. We all took to him right away around this place.” July had not really looked at the baby. He had supposed it belonged to Clara—she had said her name was Clara. She was watching him closely with her kind gray eyes. But what she said seemed so unlikely that he couldn’t really credit it. Elmira had said nothing to him about wanting a baby, or planning to have one, or anything. To him, so tired he could hardly sit straight, it just meant another mystery. Maybe it explained why Elmira ran away—though it didn’t to him. As for the little boy, wiggling in Clara’s lap, he didn’t know what to think. The notion that he had a son was too big a notion. His mind wouldn’t really approach it. The thought made him feel lost again, as he had felt out on the plains.
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“McCrae, I’ll give you credit for having written a damn amusing sign,” he said. “I’ve laughed about that sign many a time, and laughing’s a pleasure. I’ve got two good books in my saddlebags. One’s Mister Milton and the other’s a Virgil. I want you to have them. The Virgil might improve your Latin.” “I admit it’s rusty,” Augustus said. “I’ll apply myself, and many thanks.” “To tell the truth, I can’t read it either,” Wilbarger said. “I could once, but I lost it. I just like to look at it on the page. It reminds me of the Hudson, and my schooling and all. Now and then I catch a word.” He coughed up a lot of blood and both Call and Augustus thought it was over, but it wasn’t. Wilbarger was still breathing, though faintly. Call went over and told Pea Eye and Newt to start digging the grave—he wanted to get started after the horsethieves as soon as it was light enough to track. Restless, he walked over and helped Deets keep watch.
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“I couldn’t keep up no longer,” she said. “I thought he’d slow down but he just keeps going.” Joe was so startled to see a girl materialize behind Roscoe that he didn’t say a word. He found it hard to credit that the person who had thrown the rocks could be a girl. Yet he had seen the rocks hit the men. How could a girl throw so hard and straight?
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“I guess it’s a free country,” the cowboy said. “Anyway, I ain’t cussing.” “I hope you can afford a stamp,” the old man said. “We don’t give credit around here.” July didn’t wait to hear the end of the argument. He could tell by the handwriting on the envelope that the letter was from Peach, not Elmira. The realization knocked his spirits down several pegs. He knew he had no reason to expect a letter from Elmira in the first place, but he was longing to see her, and the thought that she might have written had been comforting.
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“He stopped and introduced himself,” Augustus said. “Over at Jake’s camp.” Call could hardly credit the information. He looked at Gus closely to see if it was some kind of joke. Blue Duck stole white children and gave them to the Comanches for presents. He took scalps, abused women, cut up men. What he didn’t steal he burned, always fleeing west onto the waterless reaches of the llano estacado, to unscouted country where neither Rangers nor soldiers were eager to follow. When he and Call quit the Rangers, Blue Duck had been a job left undone.
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