The Man with the Golden Arm

Sparrow:
You all right... you know?

Frankie Machine:
The monkey's gone.

Frankie Machine:
I'm the kind of guy, boy when I move - watch my smoke. But I'm gonna need some good clothes though.

Frankie Machine:
I don't need it is all, I kicked it.

Louie:
Oh, kicked it... wanna bet?

Frankie Machine:
I mean it.

Louie:
Sure, I'll be around.

Frankie Machine:
Guy teaches me drumming down there, says I'm a natural, arms made of pure gold.

Sparrow:
Not even a postycard.

Frankie Machine:
You can't read anyway.

Sparrow:
You coulda drawed pictures.

Frankie Machine:
You mean just stop? Cold turkey? You don't understand! The pain...

Louie:
The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn.

Sparrow:
You can't hold me, I'm un-incapable. I'm not smart enough to be running around loose and too goofy to be locked up. The neck, will ya let go of the neck... let go of the neck!

Frankie Machine:
You got any money, Molly?... I feel so sick. I hurt all over...

Molly:
Jump off a roof if you're gonna kill yourself but don't ask me to help ya...

Frankie Machine:
I'll do anything for ya, Molly, but right now, you gotta help me. I need a shot...

Molly:
You mustn't take that dirty stuff no more...

Frankie Machine:
Right now I need a fix. Just one fix to help me stop hurting'... [Molly suggests he quit using] You mean just stop? Cold turkey? You don't understand... the pain...

Molly:
What else can you do?

Frankie Machine:
All I need is one shot, just one.

Molly:
All right. [She takes money from a drawer] Here. Take it. Go on and take it all. Cause all that you're gonna need after that one shot is another and then another and then another. Take it. [She throws her money at him] Take it. Why should you hurt like other people hurt? Yeah, so you had a dog's life with never a break. Why try to face it like most people do? No, just roll up all your pains into one big hurt and then flatten it with a fix.

Molly:
What do you think you'll find just outside that door? Dontcha think the pusher knows what ya are and what ya need? Just to get through that next hour? Don't you know he's just waitin' for ya to come and get it? Go on, let him kill ya. Let him kill ya. It'll be quicker and better than doing it your way.

Frankie Machine:
No. I won't let him kill me. No. And I won't run into no grave.