Requiem for a Dream (2000)

Marlon Wayans: Tyrone C. Love

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• 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.

  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 : He says he's got something wrong with his arm.

  [the doctor grabs Harry's arm and exposes the wound, causing him to scream in pain] 

  Court Doctor : I don't think he'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 he'll live out the week.

• 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.

• 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 Goldfarb : Let's do this right.

  Tyrone : Naturally.

• Tyrone C. Love : DY-NO-MITE!