Molly: Look, everybody's an habitual somethin'. With him it's liquor is all. Sam Markette: Are you Machine? Man with the golden arm, huh? Frankie Machine: You mean just stop? Cold turkey? You don't ...

Sparrow: You all right... you know? Frankie Machine: The monkey's gone. Frankie Machine: Guy teaches me drumming down there, says I'm a natural, arms made of pure gold. Frankie Machine: I'm the kind ...