Raging Bull1980

Jake:
Is it done?

Irma:
No, it's not done.

Jake:
Don't overcook it. You overcook it, it's no good. It defeats its own purpose.

[Irma gives Jake a look.]

Jake:
What are you doin'? I just said don't overcook it. You're overcookin' it, bring it over.

Irma:
You want your steak?

Jake:
Bring it over. Bring it over! It's like a piece of charcoal! Bring it over here!

Irma:
You want your steak?

Jake:
Yeah, right now!

[Irma stabs the steak and slams it on his plate.]

Irma:
Okay. There's your stupid steak. Can't wait for it to be done?

Jake:
No, I can't wait.

Irma:
Good! Okay? Happy? Happy?

Jake:
That's all I want. That's all I want!

Irma:
That's...there! No, more! There!

[Jake violently upends the table.]

Jake:
Botherin' me about a steak, huh?

Irma:
That's great!

Jake:
You're botherin' me about the steak?

Irma:
Yeah!