Requiem for a Dream

Requiem for a Dream quotes

33 total quotes (ID: 491)

Big Tim
Harry Goldfarb
Sara Goldfarb
Tappy Tibbons
Uncle Hank

Whats this chain for ma?

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

We got a winner.

[Chanting] Be excited, be, be excited.

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


Join us in creating excellence!

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

Ass to ass! Ass to ass!

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

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: [Waking up after his arm was amputated] Marion? Marion?
Angelic Nurse: Don't worry, your 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.

Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this mutha****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 mother****er's growing hair just so long as we get our braid.