Requiem for a Dream

Requiem for a Dream Quotes

The drug-induced utopias of four Coney Island people are shattered when their addictions become stronger.

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.
Harry Goldfarb: [on the phone] Marion... I've been thinking about you so much... are you okay?
Marion: When are you coming home?
Harry Goldfarb: Soon.
Marion: When?
Harry Goldfarb: Soon... you holding out alright?
Marion: Harry... can you come today?
Harry Goldfarb: Yeah...
[Both Harry and Marion start to cry]
Harry Goldfarb: I'll come... I'll come today. You just wait for me, alright?
Marion: Harry...
Harry Goldfarb: I'm coming back, Marion.
Marion: Yeah.
Harry Goldfarb: I'm really sorry, Marion...
Marion: I know.
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.
Uncle Hank: Ass to ass.
Big Tim: I know it's pretty baby, but I didn't take it out for air.
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 Goldfarb: Somebody like you can really make things all right for me.
[last lines]
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. Sara Goldfarb!
The Audience: Juice by Sara, juice by Sara, juice by Sara oh, Sara's got juice, Sara's got juice, ohhhhhhhh Sara!
Tappy Tibbons: I'm delighted to tell you, that you've just won the grand prize!
Sara Goldfarb: 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 Goldfarb: I love you, Harry.
Harry Goldfarb: I love you too, Ma.
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: [about her pills] Purple in the morning, blue in the afternoon, orange in the evening.
[to refrigerator]
Sara Goldfarb: There's my three meals, Mr. Smartypants.
[back to pills]
Sara Goldfarb: And green at night. Just like that. One, two, three, four.
Sara Goldfarb: How come you know more about medicine than a doctor?
Harry Goldfarb: Believe me, Ma: I know.
Harry Goldfarb: I always thought you were the most beautiful girl I have ever seen.
Marion: Really?
Harry Goldfarb: Ever since I first saw you.
Marion: That's nice Harry. That makes me feel really good. you know other people have told me that before and it was meaningless.
Harry Goldfarb: Why? Because you thought they were pulling your leg?
Marion: No, no, not like that. I mean. I don't know. I don't know or even care if they were. Just from them it was... just meaningless, you know? When you say it, I hear it. I really hear it.
Harry: [about the failed drug score] 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 ok remember? I fucked that sleaze bag for you, then I put myself through fucking hell for you?
Harry: Theres nothing out there!
Marion: I don't give a shit! You fucking loser!
Sara Goldfarb: In the end it's all nice.
Harry Goldfarb: [Waking up after his arm was amputated] Marion? Marion?
Angelic Nurse: Don't worry, you're in a hospital.
Harry Goldfarb: Marion?
Angelic Nurse: Who's that? She'll be sent for, she'll come.
Harry Goldfarb: No... she won't.
Angelic Nurse: She'll come.
Harry Goldfarb: [Crying] No... she won't come.
Harry Goldfarb: [moaning in pain] Oh Jesus Christ... I need a doctor, man... I can't take it man, my arm, MY FUCKING ARM!
Sara Goldfarb: I'm thinking thin.
Marion: Anybody wanna waste some time?
Sara Goldfarb: I'm walkin' across the stage! And you should see my Harry on television. We're giving the prizes away.
[bursting into tears]
Sara Goldfarb: I just wanted to be on the show!
Harry Goldfarb: [Harry has just found out that Sara is on diet pills] Does he give you pills?
Sara Goldfarb: Of course he gives me pills. He's a doctor!
Harry Goldfarb: What kind of pills?
Sara Goldfarb: Oh... erm... a blue one, a purple one... and a...
Harry Goldfarb: I mean, what's in them.
Tappy Tibbons: Now we come to step three. This... drives... most... people... crazy.
Marion: [yells] You smug fuck.
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.
Harry Goldfarb: Ma? Ya on uppers?
Tyrone C. Love: DY-NO-MITE!
Sara Goldfarb: Harold, I'm gonna be on Television.
Harry Goldfarb: This is our only chance to make it big.
Tyrone C. Love: C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.
Harry Goldfarb: Let's do this right.
Tyrone: Naturally.
Harry Goldfarb: Was I supposed to watch you push off and not go myself?
Ada: She's thinking thin.
Sara Goldfarb: [examining her newly dyed hair] Well then... what's orange? If this is red, I wanna know, What's orange?
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
Court Doctor: [repeatedly] Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Prisoner: Yes, sir.
Court Doctor: OK for work.
Court Doctor: [arriving at Tyrone's place in the line] Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Tyrone: [nods, whispering] Yes, sir, yes, sir.
Prison Guard: [hits Tyrone in the face] Say "sir!" God damn New York dope fiend niggers. Learn some manners!
Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Tyrone: [insulted] Yes, sir.
Court Doctor: OK for work.
[moving to Harry]
Court Doctor: Can you hear me? Can you see me?
Prison Guard: Says he's got something wrong with his arm.
[the doctor grabs Harry's arm and turns over the wound, causing him to scream in pain]
Court Doctor: I don't think you'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 him to live out the week.
[chanting]
Tappy Tibbons: Be excited, be, be excited.
Harry: Are you sure this is the right Walbaum's?
Tyrone: [about the TV] 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.
Tappy Tibbons: Juice.

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