Requiem for a dream, Darren Aronofsky (2000)

HARRY

  How come ya lost so much weight?

    SARA
  I told you, I'm going to a
  specialist.

    HARRY
  A specialist.  What kinda specialist?

    SARA
  What kind?  A specialist. For weight.

    HARRY
  Yeah, that's what I thought.
  You're makin' a croaker for speed,
  ain't ya?

    SARA
  Harry, you alright?
   (shrugs)
  I'm just going to a doctor.  I
  don't know from croaker, making --

    HARRY
  What does he give ya, Ma?  Eh?
  Does he give ya pills?

    SARA
  Of course he gives me pills.  He's
  a doctor.  Doctors give pills.

    HARRY
  What kind of pills?

    SARA
  What kind.  A purple one, red one,
  orange and --

    HARRY
  No, no, I mean what kind?

    SARA
  They're round...and flat.

    HARRY
   (rolls eyes)
  I mean, like what's in them?

         49.


    SARA
  Harry, I'm Sara Goldfarb, not
  Albert Einstein.  How should I know
  what's in them?

    HARRY
  Look, Ma, does that stuff make you
  feel good sort of and give you lots
  of pep?

    SARA
   (nods)
  Well, I guess maybe a little.

    HARRY
  A little?  Jesus, I can hear ya
  grinding ya teeth from here.

    SARA
  But that goes away at night.

    HARRY
  At night?

    SARA
  When I take the green one.  In
  thirty minutes I'm asleep.  Poof,
  just like that.

Harry shakes his head and rolls his eyes.