Requiem for a Dream (2000)
Marlon Wayans: Tyrone C. Love
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Quotes
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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.
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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.
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Harry Goldfarb : This is our only chance to make it big.
Tyrone C. Love : C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.
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Harry Goldfarb : Let's do this right.
Tyrone : Naturally.
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Tyrone C. Love : DY-NO-MITE!