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Joe: He's a manager! He treats me like a possession! I'm just a little silver mine for him -- he bangs me around with a shovel!
Lorna: He's helped you --
Joe: No, Tokio's helped me. Why don't you give him up? It's terrible to have just a Tuesday-night girl. Why don't you belong to me every night in the week? Why don't you teach me love? ... Or am I being a fool?
Joe: [...] Why can't you leave him? Why?
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Lorna: Because he needs me and you don't ---
Joe: That's not true!
Lorna: Because he's a desperate guy who always start out with two strikes against him. Because he's a kid at forty-two and you're a man at twenty-two.
Joe: You're sorry for him?
Lorna: What's wrong with that?
Joe: But what do you get?
Lorna: I told you before I don't care.
oh girl
Moody: (after a brooding pause): I'll tell you something, Lorna. I'm not overjoyed the way Joe looks at you.
Lorna: How's he look?
Moody: As if he saw the whole island of Manhattan in your face, and I don't like it.
Lorna: You thought of that too late.
Tokio: [...] Why don't you forget Lorna?
Joe (as if not understanding): What?
Tokio: I'll say it again ... why not forget her? (No answer comes.) Joe, you're loaded with love. Find something to give it to. Your heart ain't in fighting ... your hate is. But a man with hate and nothing else ... he's half a man ... and half a man ... is no man. Find something to love, or someone. [...]
Joe: But my hands are ruined. I'll never play again! What's left, Lorna? Half a man, nothing, useless ...
Lorna: No, we're left! Two together! We have each other! Somewhere there must be happy boys and girls who can teach us the way of life! We'll find some city where poverty's no shame -- where music is no crime! -- where there's no war in the streets -- where a man is glad to be himself, to live and make his woman herself!
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Eddie (to Frank): You got a good build -- you could be a fighter.
Frank: I fight ...
Eddie: Yeah? For what?
Frank: A lotta things I believe in ... (Eddie looks at Frank and appreciates his quality.)
Eddie: Whatta you get for it?
Roxy (laughing): Can't you see? A busted head?
Frank: I'm not fooled by a lotta things Joe's fooled by. I don't get autos and custom-made suits. But I get what Joe don't.
Eddie: What don't he get? (Mr. Bonaparte comes in and listens intently.)
Frank (modestly): The pleasure of acting as you think! The satisfaction of staying where you belong, being what you are ... at harmony with millions of others!
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Prince (suddenly turning, hand on door knob, pointing his cane at Stark and lowering his voice to a near whisper): Iceberg, listen ... why don't you come up and see the world, the sea gulls and the ships to Europe? (Coming back into the room.) When did you look at another woman last? The year they put the buffalo nickel on the market? Why don't you suddenly ride away, an airplane, a boat! Take a rocket to the moon! Explode! What holds you back? You don't want to hurt Belle's feelings? You'll die soon enough --
Stark: I'll just have to laugh at that!
Prince: Laugh ... But make a motto for yourself: "Out of the coffin by Labor Day!" Have an affair with -- with -- with this girl ... this Miss Cleo. She'll make you a living man again.
Stark: I thought of you all last night. I was walking on the boardwalk and I thought of you. Do you know what the waves are saying?
Cleo: What?
Stark: Your name ...
Cleo: Well, were you walking alone?
Stark: No.
Cleo: With your wife?
Stark: Yes ... (There is a pause; Cleo walks to the water cooler.)
oh god
Belle: You won't throw me away for that dirty rag of a girl!
Stark: To hell with the girl! I'm talking of us ...
Belle (wildly): I gave you too much of my life for that. You've used me up ...
Stark: Belle, for Pete's sake ...!
Belle: And now you want to throw me off. But you're a man, not an animal -- you can't do that!
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Stark (quietly): Much more mine. I don't know what happened. I thought about these things a lot these past few months. You expect many things from marriage, but I can't give them. I feel a moral obligation but I don't know what to do. These scenes go on. We're always worried ... we're two machines counting up the petty cash. Something about me cheats you -- I'm not the man to help you be the best woman it's in you to be. So your attitude's justified. I know I owe you a lot, Belle --