| Movie |
The Oscar |
| Year |
1966 |
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Hymie Kelly:
Like a junkie shooting pure quicksilver into his veins, Frankie got turned on by the wildest narcotic known to man: success! The parts got bigger and bigger... Frankie got hungrier and hungrier.
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Frankie:
I never said anything about creaming Barney Yale.
Hymie Kelly:
Birdseed!
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Frankie Fane:
Will you stop beating on my ears! I've had it up to here with all this bring-down!
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Frankie Fane:
Are you a tourist or a native?
Kay Bergdahl:
Take one from Column A and two from Column B. You get an egg roll either way.
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Hymie Kelly:
You finally made it, Frankie! Oscar night! And here you sit, on top of a glass mountain called "success." You're one of the chosen five, and the whole town's holding its breath to see who won it. It's been quite a climb, hasn't it, Frankie? Down at the bottom, scuffling for dimes in those smokers, all the way to the top. Magic Hollywood! Ever think about it? I do, friend Frankie, I do...
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Kay:
Sometimes I get the feeling, Frankie, you ought to be chained up with a ring in your nose.
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Frankie Fane:
Tell 'em "game called on account of Oscar."
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