Sparrow:
You all right... you know?
Frankie Machine:
The monkey's gone.
Frankie Machine:
I'm the kind of guy, boy when I move - watch my smoke. But I'm gonna need some good clothes though.
Frankie Machine:
I don't need it is all, I kicked it.
Louie:
Oh, kicked it... wanna bet?
Frankie Machine:
I mean it.
Louie:
Sure, I'll be around.
Frankie Machine:
Guy teaches me drumming down there, says I'm a natural, arms made of pure gold.
Sparrow:
Not even a postycard.
Frankie Machine:
You can't read anyway.
Sparrow:
You coulda drawed pictures.
Frankie Machine:
You mean just stop? Cold turkey? You don't understand! The pain...
Louie:
The monkey is never dead, Dealer. The monkey never dies. When you kick him off, he just hides in a corner, waiting his turn.
Related Links
*