Sara Goldfarb: I'm thinking thin.
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...
Laughing Guard: That's the trouble with ya New York dope fiends. Ya got a rotten attitude.
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: 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.
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: Ma? Ya on uppers?
Sara Goldfarb: [examining her newly dyed hair] Well then... what's orange? If this is red, I wanna know, What's orange?
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 G...
Harry Goldfarb: Was I supposed to watch you push off and not go myself?
Tappy Tibbons: Now we come to step three. This... drives... most... people... crazy.
[chanting] Tappy Tibbons: Be excited, be, be excited.
Sara Goldfarb: Harold, I'm gonna be on Television.
Marion: [yells] You smug fuck.
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.
Harry: Are you sure this is the right Walbaum's?
