Requiem for a Dream

Tappy Tibbons:
Now we come to step three. This... drives... most... people... crazy.

Sara Goldfarb:
I'm thinking thin.

Marion:
I love you Harry. You make me feel like a person.

Harry Goldfarb:
Marion, you are the most beautiful girl in the world. You are my dream.

Laughing Guard:
That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.

Sara Goldfarb:
I'm somebody now, Harry. Everybody likes me. Soon, millions of people will see me and they'll all like me. I'll tell them about you, and your father, how good he was to us. Remember? It's a reason to get up in the morning. It's a reason to lose weight, to fit in the red dress. It's a reason to smile. It makes tomorrow all right. What have I got Harry, hm? Why should I even make the bed, or wash the dishes? I do them, but why should I? I'm alone. Your father's gone, you're gone. I got no one to care for. What have I got, Harry? I'm lonely. I'm old.

Harry Goldfarb:
You got friends, Ma.

Sara Goldfarb:
Ah, it's not the same. They don't need me. I like the way I feel. I like thinking about the red dress and the television and you and your father. Now when I get the sun, I smile.

Sara Goldfarb:
In the end it's all nice.

Tappy Tibbons:
Be excited, be, be excited.

Tappy Tibbons:
Juice.

Tappy Tibbons:
We got a winner.

Tappy Tibbons:
She's beautiful woman with a wonderful sense of humor and magical smile. Straight from Brighten Beach, Brooklyn. Let's give a juicy welcome to Mrs. Sara Goldfarb.

Sara Goldfarb:
Harold, I'm gonna be on Television.

Marion:
You smug f***.

Ada:
She's thinking thin

Big Tim:
I know it's pretty baby, but I didn't take it out for air.

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.

Marion:
Anybody wanna waste some time?

Harry Goldfarb:
This is our only change to make it big.

Tyrone C. Love:
C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.

Harry Goldfarb:
Let's do this right.

Tyrone:
Naturally.

Sara Goldfarb:
I'm walkin' across the stage.

Sara Goldfarb:
I love you, Harry.

Harry Goldfarb:
I love you too, Mom.

Sara Goldfarb:
And you should see my Harry on Television. We're giving the prizes away. I JUST WANTED TO BE ON THE SHOW.

Harry Goldfarb:
She won't come.

Tyrone:
(about the TV) Sh*t, this muthaf***a'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 motherf***er's growing hair just so long as we get our braid.

Uncle Hank:
Ass to ass.

Sara:
How come you know more about medicine than a doctor?

Harry:
Believe me, Ma: I know.

Tappy Tibbons:
We got a winner, I said we got a winner, we got a winner! Our next winner is that delightful personality, straight from Brighton beach Brooklyn, Please give a juicy welcome to Mrs. Sarah Goldfarb!

The Audience:
Juice by Sarah, juice by Sarah, juice by Sarah oh, Sarah's got juice, Sarah's got juice, ohhhhhhhh Sarah

Tappy Tibbons:
I'm delighted to tell you, that you've just won the grand prize!

Sara:
Oh no!

Tappy Tibbons:
Now let me tell you what you've won. Your prize has a sweet smile, and his own private business. He just got engaged, and is about to get married this summer, please give a warm, and juicy welcome, Harry Goldfarb!

The Audience:
Juice by Harry, juice by Harry, ohhhh Harry's got juice, Harry's got juice ohhhhhh Harry.

Sara:
I love you Harry.

Harry:
I love you too, ma.

Harry:
[Waking up after his arm was amputated] Marion? Marion?

Angelic Nurse:
Don't worry, you're in a hospital.

Harry:
Marion?

Angelic Nurse:
Who's that? She'll be sent for, she'll come.

Harry:
No... she won't.

Angelic Nurse:
She'll come.

Harry:
[crying] No... she won't come.

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.

Harry:
[about the failed drug score] Some dumbass junkie...

Marion:
Did what? Some dumbass junkie did what? You mean, you f***ed it up?

Harry:
The f*** is wrong with you?

Marion:
You promised me that everything was going to be okay, remember? I f***ed that sleaze-bag for you, then I put myself through f***ing hell for you?

Harry:
There's nothing out there!

Marion:
I don't give a sh*t! You f***ing loser!

Marion:
Getting the money's not the problem, Harry.

Harry:
Then what's the problem?

Marion:
You don't know what I'm going to have to do to get it.

Prison Doctor:
Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Prisoner:
Yes sir.

Prison Doctor:
OK for work. Can you hear me? Can you see me?

Tyrone:
Yes.

Prison Doctor:
[hits Tyrone] Say "sir". Goddamn New York dope fiend n*ggers, learn some manners.

Sara Goldfarb:
[on her pills] Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening. [to her refrigerator] There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants. And green at night. Just like that, one, two, three, four.

Harry Goldfarb:
Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.

Harry Goldfarb:
Ma. You on uppers?

Harry Goldfarb:
[to Marion] You are beautiful. You're the most beautiful girl in the world. You're my dream.

Harry Goldfarb:
Yeah, I'll come today. You just wait for me, alright? [pause] Marion...I'm really sorry, Marion.

Marion Silver:
I love you, Harry. You make me feel like a person.

Marion Silver:
You promised me that everything was going to be okay, remember? I f***ed that sleaze-bag for you, then I put myself through f***ing hell for you?

Tappy Tibbons:
We got a winner.

Tappy Tibbons:
Join us in creating excellence!

Tappy Tibbons:
Three things is all I did to change my life. Three things.

Uncle Hank:
Ass to ass! Ass to ass!

Marion Silver:
[in a what-if sequence, where she stabs her therapist with a fork, yelling at the top of her lungs] You smug f***!