Joe: Wadda you feel like doing, Angie?
Angie: I don’t know. Wadda you feel like doing?
Joe: I don’t know. George what are you doing tonight?
Marty: “What are you doing tonight?”… “I don’t know, what are you doing?!”  The burlesque! Loew’s Paradise! Miserable and lonely! Miserable and lonely and stupid! What am I, crazy or something?! I got something good here! What am I hanging around with you guys for?! [walks away]
Angie: Watsa, Marty? Watsa matter with you?
Marty: You don’t like her. My mother don’t like her. She’s a dog, and I’m a fat, ugly little man. Well, all I know is I hadda good time last night. I’m gonna have a good time tonight. If we have enough good times together, I’m gonna go down on my knees and I’m gonna beg that girl to marry me. If we make a party again this New Year’s, I gotta date for the party. You don’t like her, that’s too bad.