Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothing but complain about how you can’t stand it in this place here, and then you haven’t got the guts just to walk out? I mean, what do you think you are, for Christ’s sake, crazy or something? Well, you’re not! You’re not! You’re no crazier than the average a**hole out walking around on the streets and that’s it.
She was 15 years old, going on 35, Doc, and she told me she was 18, she was very willing. You know what I mean? I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. But between you and me, she might have been 15. 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 being crazy is, then I’m senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that’s it.
They was giving me 10,000 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![about shock treatments]
I bet in one week, I can put a bug so far up her ass, she don’t know whether to s*** or wind her wristwatch.[about Nurse Ratched]
I’m here to cooperate with you a hundred percent. A hundred percent. I’ll be just right down the line with you. You watch. Because I think we ought to get to the bottom of R.P. McMurphy.