Bodie's still not grasping what Stringer's driving at, however, so Stringer spells it out for him: since they have the best product, they'll be able to bring in rival sellers by offering them a chance to sell their product. And if they don't go for that arrangement? They can worry about that when it happens, Stringer says. Until then: "We gonna handle this shit like businessmen. Sell the shit, make the profit, and later for that gangster bullshit." Yes, a follow-up question from Mr. Poot? "Do the chair know we gonna look like some punk-ass bitches out there?" Ah, a fine question -- Mr. Bell, your response? "Motherfucker, I will punk your ass for saying such shit!" Uh, point of order, Mr. Chairman -- I am not sure that "punk" is being properly used as a verb in your proposal. Anyhow, Stringer has had enough of this back-and-forth; he urges his troops to "start looking at the world in a new fucking light. Start thinking about this shit like some grown fucking men. Not some niggas off the fucking corner. You heard me?" The grim expressions of the assembled suggest that they have heard him loud and clear. "Adjourn your asses," Stringer concludes. I believe you need a motion from the floor to do that.