Marty (1955)

Watched Marty last night, a low-key story about a lonely butcher in the Bronx. I loved the back-and-forth between the title character and his friend trying to figure out what to do on a Saturday night, the characters of his mother and aunt, and this line:

Ma, whaddaya want from me? Whaddaya want from me? I’m miserable enough as it is. All right, so I’ll go to the Stardust Ballroom. I’ll put on a blue suit, and I’ll go. And you know what I’m gonna get for my trouble? Heartache. A big night of heartache.