Harry Goldfarb: Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
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Harry Goldfarb: Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.
Harry Goldfarb: Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
Big Tim: I know it's pretty, baby, but I didn't take it out for air.
Sara Goldfarb: If this is a red, I wanna know, what's orange?
Marion: Anybody wanna waste some time?
Mr. Rabinowitz: Such a son. Your mother needs you like a moose needs a hat rack.
Harry Goldfarb: What was I supposed to do? I'm gonna sit around and watch you push off and not go myself?
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
Sara Goldfarb: Harold, I'm gonna be on television.
Tappy Tibbons: Now we come to step three. This... drives... most... people... crazy.
Tappy Tibbons: Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
Harry: Are you sure this is the right Walbaum's?
Harry Goldfarb: Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.
Sara Goldfarb: If this is a red, I wanna know, what's orange?
Harry Goldfarb: Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
Big Tim: I know it's pretty, baby, but I didn't take it out for air.
Marion: Anybody wanna waste some time?
Mr. Rabinowitz: Such a son. Your mother needs you like a moose needs a hat rack.
Tappy Tibbons: Be excited, be, be excited.
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
Sara Goldfarb: Harold, I'm gonna be on television.
Tappy Tibbons: Now we come to step three. This... drives... most... people... crazy.
Harry Goldfarb: What was I supposed to do? I'm gonna sit around and watch you push off and not go myself?
Tappy Tibbons: Oh, I thought you'd never ask.
Harry: Are you sure this is the right Walbaum's?
Sara Goldfarb: If this is a red, I wanna know, what's orange?
Harry Goldfarb: Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
Marion: I love you, Harry. You make me feel like a person. Like I'm me... and I'm beautiful. Harry Goldfarb: You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.
Young Tyrone: I told you I would make it, Mama. Tyrone's Mother: Oh, you don't have to make anything, my sweet, you just have to love your mother.
Marion: Getting the money's not the problem, Harry. Harry Goldfarb: Then what's the problem? Marion: I don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it.
Sara Goldfarb: Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening. Sara Goldfarb: There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants. Sara Goldfarb: And green at night. Just like that. One, two, three, four.
Harry: See, everything was going good, and then some dumbass junkie... Marion: Did what? Some dumbass junkie did what? You mean, you fucked it up! Harry: What the fuck is wrong with you? Marion: You promised me that everything was gonna be okay, remember? I fucked that sleaze bag for you and I put myself through fucking hell for you? Harry: There's nothing out there! Marion: I don't give a shit! You fucking loser!
Harry Goldfarb: I'm sorry I haven't been around in a while, Ma. But, but I been busy, real busy. Sara Goldfarb: Oh, yeah? You got a good job? You doin' real well? Harry Goldfarb: Yeah, real good. Real good. Sara Goldfarb: What kind of business? Harry Goldfarb: Well, uh, I'm sort of a distributor, like. For a big importer.
Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me? Prisoner: Yes, sir. Court Doctor: OK for work. Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me? Tyrone: Yes. Prison Guard: Say "sir!" God damn New York dope fiend niggers. Learn some manners! Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me? Tyrone: Yes, sir. Court Doctor: OK for work. Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me? Prison Guard: He says he's got something wrong with his arm. Court Doctor: I don't think he'll be puttin' any more dope in that arm. Prison Guard: Smells worse than he do. Court Doctor: Better get him over to the hospital. I don't expect he'll live out the week.
Tyrone C. Love: California, here we come. Harry Goldfarb: It's Florida, Ty. Florida. Tyrone C. Love: California, Florida, whatever. Either way, your pale ass is getting a tan.
Sara Goldfarb: I'm walkin' across the stage! And you should see my Harry on television. We're giving the prizes away. Sara Goldfarb: I just wanted to be on the show!
Sara Goldfarb: Everything's all mixed up, confused. Dr. Pill: That's nothing to worry about. Just get this filled. Make an appointment for a week.
Mr. Rabinowitz: Good afternoon, Mrs. Goldfarb. Sara Goldfarb: Good afternoon, Mr. Rabinowitz, although I'm not so sure how good it is.
Harry Goldfarb: This is our only chance to make it big. Tyrone C. Love: C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.
Tyrone: Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man. Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden? Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.
