How come ya lost so much weight?
I told you, I'm going to a
A specialist. What kinda specialist?
What kind? A specialist. For weight.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
You're makin' a croaker for speed,
Harry, you alright?
I'm just going to a doctor. I
don't know from croaker, making --
What does he give ya, Ma? Eh?
Does he give ya pills?
Of course he gives me pills. He's
a doctor. Doctors give pills.
What kind of pills?
What kind. A purple one, red one,
orange and --
No, no, I mean what kind?
They're round...and flat.
I mean, like what's in them?
Harry, I'm Sara Goldfarb, not
Albert Einstein. How should I know
what's in them?
Look, Ma, does that stuff make you
feel good sort of and give you lots
Well, I guess maybe a little.
A little? Jesus, I can hear ya
grinding ya teeth from here.
But that goes away at night.
When I take the green one. In
thirty minutes I'm asleep. Poof,
just like that.
Harry shakes his head and rolls his eyes.