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One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest |
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McMurphy: Is that crazy enough for ya'? Want me to take a shit on the floor? McMurphy: [about shock treatments] They was giving me ten thousand watts a day, you know, and I'm hot to trot! The next woman takes me on's gonna light up like a pinball machine and pay off in silver dollars! McMurphy: She was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five, Doc, and she told me she was eighteen, she was very willing, I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have been fifteen, but when you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don't think it's crazy at all and I don't think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that's why I got into jail to begin with. And now they're telling me I'm crazy over here because I don't sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what's being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it. McMurphy: What do you think you are, for Chrissake, crazy or somethin'? Well you're not! You're not! You're no crazier than the average asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it. McMurphy: Why don't ya shut your goddamn mouth and play some music. [McMurphy, getting Chief into the basketball game] McMurphy: Hit me, Chief, I got the moves! Nurse Ratched: If Mr. McMurphy doesn't want to take his medication orally, I'm sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way. But I don't think that he would like it. [an inmate standing behind McMurphy smiles] McMurphy: Heh, *you'd* like it, wouldn't you? [to Ratchet, regarding the pills] McMurphy: Here, give it to me. Cheswick: Rules? PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES! Chief Bromden: Mmmmmm, Juicy Fruit. [about Nurse Ratched] McMurphy: Well I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothin', but she's somethin' of a cunt, ain't she Doc? Dr. Spivey: Well, the real reason that you've been sent over here is because they wanted you to be evaluated... to determine whether or not you are mentally ill. This is the real reason. Why do you think they might think that? McMurphy: Well, as near as I can figure out, it's 'cause I, uh, fight and fuck too much. McMurphy: Which one of you nuts has got any guts? McMurphy: That's right, Mr. Martini. There is an Easter Bunny. Chief Bromden: My pop was real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I seen my father, he was blind and diseased from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth, he don't suck out of it, it sucks out of him until he shrunk so wrinkled and yellow even the dogs didn't know him. McMurphy: Killed him, huh? Chief Bromden: I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him. The way they're working on you. McMurphy: I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this. McMurphy: I'm a goddamn marvel of modern science. [McMurphy is pretending to watch the World Series on TV] McMurphy: Someone get me a fucking wiener before I die. |
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