"Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothing but complain about how you can't stand it in this place here and you don't have the guts just to walk out? 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."

"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!"

"Mac... they said you escaped. I knew you wouldn't leave without me. I was waiting for you. Now we can make it, Mac; I feel big as a damn mountain."

"I'm not goin' without you, Mac. I wouldn't leave you this way... You're coming with me. Let's go."

"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 didn't suck out of it, it sucked out of him until he shrunk so wrinkled and yellow even the dogs didn't know him."

"I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him. The way they're working on you."

"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, 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 being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it."

"I'm here to cooperate with ya a hundred percent. A hundred percent. I'll be just right down the line with ya, you watch. 'Cause I think we ought to get to the bottom of R. P. McMurphy."

"You wanna bet? One week. I bet in one week, I can put a bug so far up her ass she won't know whether to shit or wind her wristwatch."

"You're just a young kid. What are you doin' here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why – bird-doggin' chicks and bangin' beaver! What are ya doin' here, for Christ's sake?"

"How about it? You creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives. Let's hear it for Bull Goose Randle back in action..."

"Jesus, I must be crazy to be in a loony-bin like this."

"But I tried, didn't I? Goddammit, at least I did that."

"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."

"Mr. Cheswick, you sit down!"

"I want my cigarettes! Miss Ratched!"

"Rules?! PISS ON YOUR FUCKING RULES, MISS RATCHED!!"

"It said you've been belligerent, talked when unauthorized, been resentful in attitude toward work—in general, that you're lazy."

"Chewing gum in class. Ha-ha."

"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?"

"Well, as near as I can figure out, it's 'cause I, uh, fight and fuck too much."

"Well, you've had five prior arrests for assault."

"Five fights, huh? Rocky Marciano's got forty and he's a millionaire."

"Well, that fuckin' nurse, man... she, uh, she ain't honest."

"Aw now, look. Miss Ratched's one of the finest nurses we've got in this institution."

"Ha! Well I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothin', but she's somethin' of a cunt, ain't she Doc?"

"How do you mean that?"

"She likes a rigged game, you know what I mean?"

"The funny thing is that the person that he's the closest to is the one he dislikes the most. That's you, Mildred."

"Well, gentlemen, in my opinion, if we send him back to Pendleton or we send him up to Disturbed, it's just one more way of passing on our problems to somebody else. You know we don't like to do that, so I'd like to keep him on the ward. I think we can help him."

"Those are very challenging observations you made, Randle."

"You fooled 'em, Chief! You fooled 'em. You fooled 'em all. Goddamn."

"What are we doing in here, Chief? Huh? What's us two guys doing in this fucking place? Let's get out of here. Out!"

"Canada."

"Canada. We'll be there before these sonofabitches know what hit 'em. Listen to Randall on this one."

"Aren't you ashamed?"

"No, I'm not."

"You know Billy, what worries me is how your mother is going to take this."

"Um, um, well, y-y-y-you d-d-d-don't have to t-t-t-tell her, Miss Ratched."

"I don't have to tell her? Your mother and I are old friends. You know that."

"P-p-p-please d-d-don't tell my m-m-m-mother."

"I can't take it no more. I gotta get outta here."

"I can't. I just can't."

"It's easier than you think, Chief."

"For you, maybe. You're a lot bigger than me."

"Killed him, huh?"

"Hey, McMurphy, what the hell you doin', man? He's a deaf, dumb Indian. He can't hear a fuckin' thing."

"I ain't talkin' to him, I'm talkin' to myself. You know what I mean?"

"Harding, why don't you knock off the bullshit and get to the point?"

"This *is* the point. This is the point, Taber. It's not bullshit. I'm not just talking about my wife, I'm talking about my LIFE, I can't seem to get that through to you. I'm not just talking about one person, I'm talking about everybody. I'm talking about form. I'm talking about content. I'm talking about interrelationships. I'm talking about God, the devil, Hell, Heaven! Do you understand... FINALLY?"

"Yeah, Harding, you're so fucking dumb I can't believe it."

"I bet a nickel."

"Dime's the limit, Martini."

"I bet a dime."

"This is not a dime, Martini. This is a dime. If you break it in half, you don't get two nickels, you get shit. Try and smoke it. You understand?"

"Yes."

"You don't understand."

"Koufax... Koufax kicks. He delivers. It's up the middle! It's a base hit! Richardson is rounding first. He's going for second. The ball's into deep right center. Davis cuts the ball off! Here comes the throw. He throws it to second! He slides! He's in there! He's safe! It's a double! Richardson's on second base!"

"Koufax is in big fucking trouble! Big trouble, baby! All right. Tresh is the next batter. Tresh looks in. Koufax... Koufax gets a sign from Roseboro. He kicks once. He pumps. He fires. It's a strike! Koufax's curve ball is snapping off like a fucking firecracker!"

"All right, here he comes with the next pitch. Tresh swings. It's a long fly ball to deep left center! It's going! It's gone! Let's hear it! One way!"

"Koufax looks down! He's looking at the great Mickey Mantle now! Here comes the pitch! Mantle swings! It's a fucking home run!"

"Don't get upset, Mr. McMurphy."

"I'm not getting upset, Nurse Pilbow. I just don't want anyone to slip me salt peter!"

"Lookit the faces on ya! Lookit ya! The thieves brigade, ya ding a lings. The mental defective league, in formation. How are ya, Nurse Ratched? I'm happy to be back."

"Is there anybody that you have on your staff, that could relate to him? Maybe understand him? Help him out with some of these problems?"

"Nurse Ratched, Nurse Ratched! The Chief voted! Now will you please turn on the television set?"

"Mr. McMurphy, the meeting was adjourned and the vote was closed."

"But the vote was 10 to 8. The Chief, he's got his hand up! Look!"

"No, Mr. McMurphy. When the meeting was adjourned, the vote was 9 to 9."

"Aw come on, you're not gonna say that now! You're not gonna say that now! You're gonna pull that hen house shit? Now when the vote... the Chief just voted - it was 10 to 9. Now I want that television set turned on *right now*!"

"No, no, I'll show you some card tricks. You ain't seen the Spanish deck yet. That's 20 percent more torture!"

"Mr. Turkle?"

"Where the hell is he, why doesn't he answer her?"

"He's jerkin' off somewhere."

"Ain't nobody jerkin' off nowhere, muthafucker!"

"Turkle what the fuck are you doing in here? Go out and talk to her."

"I'm doin' the same fuckin' thing your doin' - hidin'!"

"Heh, YOU'D like it, wouldn't you?"

"Here, give it to me."

"Have you ever heard of the old saying 'a rolling stone gathers no moss?'"

"Yeah."

"Does that mean something to you?"

"It's the same as 'don't wash your dirty underwear in public.'"

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean."

"I'm smarter than him, ain't I? Well, that sort of has always meant, is, uh, it's hard for something to grow on something that's moving."

"Mmmmmm, Juicy Fruit."

"I'd like to keep him on the ward. I think we can help him."

"But Doc, she was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five..."

"I practically had to take to sewin' my pants shut."

"No man alive could resist that."

"You ding-a-lings. The Mental Defective League, in formation."

"I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him."

"The way they're working on you."

"I was waiting for you."

"I feel big as a damn mountain."

"Oh, no..."

"You're coming with me."

"Let's go."

"At least I did that."