"We are Wall Street. It's our job to make money. Whether it's a commodity, stock, bond, or some hypothetical piece of fake paper, it doesn't matter. We would trade baseball cards if it were profitable... "Go ahead and continue to take us down, but you're only going to hurt yourselves. What's going to happen when we can't find jobs on the street anymore? "Guess what: We're going to take yours. "...We aren't dinosaurs. We are smarter and more vicious than that, and we are going to survive." From part of an e-mail pinging around trading desks (first?) reported in the Financial Times that I found on Z-Space.