Tyrone C. Love
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Tyrone C. Love (Character)
from Requiem for a Dream (2000)

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Requiem for a Dream (2000)
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.

Harry Goldfarb: This is our only chance to make it big.
Tyrone C. Love: C'mon baby let's do this... naturally.

Harry Goldfarb: Let's do this right.
Tyrone: Naturally.

Tyrone: [about the TV] Shit, this muthafucka's startin' to look a little seedy, man.
Harry: What's the matter, you particular all the sudden?
Tyrone: Hey, baby, I don't care if the motherfucker's growing hair just so long as we get our bread.

Tyrone C. Love: DY-NO-MITE!

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, sir, yes, sir.
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: Says he's got something wrong with his arm.
[the doctor grabs Harry's arm and turns over the wound, causing him to scream in pain]
Court Doctor: I don't think you'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 him to live out the week.

Young Tyrone: I told you I would make it Mama.
Tyrone's Mother: Oh, you don't have to make anything, my sweet, you just have to love your mother.