One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothing but complain about how you can't stand it in this place, and then you haven't got the guts to walk out?

Get out of my way, son. You're using my oxygen.

But I tried, didn't I? Goddamn it! At least I did that.

— McMurphy? What the hell are you talking to him for? He can't hear a fucking thing.
— I ain't talking to him. I'm talking to myself. It helps me think.

How about it, you creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives.

They were giving me 10,000 watts a day, you know, and I'm hot to trot. The next woman who takes me on will light up like a pinball machine and pay off in silver dollars!

— All right, Randall, if you would. Tell me... Do you think there's anything wrong with your mind, really?
— Not a thing, Doc. I'm a goddamn marvel of modern science.

— The time spent in the company of others is very therapeutic. While time spent brooding alone only increases a feeling of separation. You remember that, don't you?
— Do you mean to say it's sick to want to be off by yourself?

My poppa's reaI big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I've seen my father he was blind in the cedars from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth he don't suck out of it. It sucks out of him untiI he'd shrunk so wrinkled and yellow, even the dogs don't know him.

— You've got at least five arrests for assault. What can you tell me about that?
— Five fights, huh? Rocky Marciano's got 40, and he's a millionaire.

I'm talking about form! I'm talking about content! I'm talking about interrelationships! I'm talking about God, the DeviI, Hell, Heaven! Do you understand? Finally?

Now we can make it, Mac. I feeI big as a damn mountain.