This made me laugh:
"I have no idea where the bricks of money come from, but every so often another appears, and Ross throws hundreds and hundreds of never-before-touched $1 bills on the floor. Not with any kind of flourish or fetishistic savor or anything, but like a man feeding pigeons. A man who doesn't even really like pigeons. Eventually, with considerably less enthusiasm than pigeons being fed, some of the strippers migrate over to the Maybach Music area. The money is three or four inches thick on the floor and on the benches where we stand. Now, I have heard songs about "making it rain," but I didn't exactly know what it meant. And now I can't understand why no one, not even the strippers, is picking up the money. It requires a shameful amount of impulse control not to stuff my pockets."