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Bollocks. This happens every time I go to the cinema. Average day, my glasses are everywhere -- everywhere I look, glasses. But the moment I need them they disappear. It's one of life's real cruelties. | That's compared to, like, earthquakes in the Far East or testicular cancer? |
That's compared to, like, earthquakes in the Far East or testicular cancer? | Oh shit, is that the time? I have to go. |
What's going on? | I'm going to throw out these old videos. |
I'm going to throw out these old videos. | No. You can't bin these. They're classics. I'm not allowing this. |
No. You can't bin these. They're classics. I'm not allowing this. | Right -- let's talk about rent... |
Right -- let's talk about rent... | Let me help. We don't want all this shit cluttering up our lives. |
I'm not finished yet. | Go on... |
Go on... | 'Kay, item two. Tomorrow, and listen carefully to me, you ding-a lings. Tomorrow is the opening game of the World Series an' what I want is to take a vote on switchin' the group meetin' to later on in the day, so we can watch the ballgame. |
'Kay, item two. Tomorrow, and listen carefully to me, you ding-a lings. Tomorrow is the opening game of the World Series an' what I want is to take a vote on switchin' the group meetin' to later on in the day, so we can watch the ballgame. | Just a minute, Mister McMurphy! |
Just a minute, Mister McMurphy! | Yeah? |
Yeah? | Please understand, the schedule has been set up for a delicately balanced reason that would be thrown into turmoil by a switch of routines. |
Please understand, the schedule has been set up for a delicately balanced reason that would be thrown into turmoil by a switch of routines. | The hell with the schedule, you can get back to the schedule next week when the series is over. What I want is a vote on it right now! |
That was the first time you attempted to commit suicide, wasn't it? You must try to talk about it, Billy. | Jesus Christ, the man doesn't want to talk, so get off his back an' let's get on to some new business. |
Jesus Christ, the man doesn't want to talk, so get off his back an' let's get on to some new business. | Mister McMurphy, the purpose of this meeting is therapy. Group therapy. |
Mister McMurphy, the purpose of this meeting is therapy. Group therapy. | Yeah, yeah, the hell with that crap! The World Series is goin' on right' now an' that's therapy also! |
Yeah, yeah, the hell with that crap! The World Series is goin' on right' now an' that's therapy also! | Let me pose a question to the group: do any of you feel that Mister McMurphy is perhaps imposing his personal desires on you too much? |
Let me pose a question to the group: do any of you feel that Mister McMurphy is perhaps imposing his personal desires on you too much? | What the hell does that have to do with it? This is an important event and I want a vote on it! |
That's it! We made it! | I'm sorry, Mister McMurphy, I count only eight. |
I'm sorry, Mister McMurphy, I count only eight. | So do I! |
So do I! | But there are eighteen patients on the ward, Mister McMurphy. |
But there are eighteen patients on the ward, Mister McMurphy. | You mean to tell me you're gonna count those old birds over there? |
You mean to tell me you're gonna count those old birds over there? | I'm sorry, Mister McMurphy, but you must have a majority to change ward policy. |
I'm sorry, Mister McMurphy, but you must have a majority to change ward policy. | Well, I'll be a son-of-a-bitch... |
That's okay, kid... | Th-th-then y-y-you're n-n-not m-m mad? |
Th-th-then y-y-you're n-n-not m-m mad? | No, kid, it was my own stupidity, that's what pissed me off. |
No, kid, it was my own stupidity, that's what pissed me off. | O-o-o-oh... |
O-o-o-oh... | What we're gonna have to do is pull this ballclub together for our next play. 'Kay! |
What we're gonna have to do is pull this ballclub together for our next play. 'Kay! | 'K-k-kay, Mack! |
Come on, don't crap out on me now. We got two buddies out there! | I-I d-d-don't know! M-M-Miss R Ratched g-g-g-g... |
I-I d-d-don't know! M-M-Miss R Ratched g-g-g-g... | Fuck Miss Ratched! |
H-H-Help! | Ease up on the star drag, keep the tie up, up and work hell outta that fella. |
H-h-how's it g-g-going, Mack? | Just fine, Billy boy, just fine. Full of piss an' vinegar! They checked my plugs and cleaned my points... |
Say... God Bless America! | God Bless America. |
God Bless America. | Goddammit, you sly son-of-a-bitch! Does anybody else know? |
Goddammit, you sly son-of-a-bitch! Does anybody else know? | No. |
No. | Shit! This is too much! Chief, I tell you we're gonna bust outta this place an' make it all the way to Canada before they know what bit 'em. |
Shit! This is too much! Chief, I tell you we're gonna bust outta this place an' make it all the way to Canada before they know what bit 'em. | Ca-na-da... |
Ca-na-da... | Ya like that, Chief, huh? |
Ya like that, Chief, huh? | Yeah... |
Yeah... | Yeah, well, well, well. 'Bout time the rest of the world got a gander at Big Chief Bromden cuttin' down the boulevard, stopping just long enough for virgins... Oh, man, I tell you, I tell you, you'll have women trippin' you and beating you to the floor... |
Yeah, well, well, well. 'Bout time the rest of the world got a gander at Big Chief Bromden cuttin' down the boulevard, stopping just long enough for virgins... Oh, man, I tell you, I tell you, you'll have women trippin' you and beating you to the floor... | Ca-na-da... |
Ca-na-da... | Shhh, Chief, don't talk. Never talk! Remember, this is just between you an' me. Do ya understand? |
It's the questions she asks. | Tell 'er to go straight to hell! |
He's a big flounder. Could weigh two, three hundred. You got to lift him in with a winch. | Does that mean we have to cut him loose? |
Does that mean we have to cut him loose? | Like hell we will! We got the muscle standing right here. All we need is a couple gaffin' hooks and some rope. |
Yeah, Harding, where do you breathe anyway? | Through the ass. |
Come on, Doc, you must be kiddin'. | I'm afraid not. |
I'm afraid not. | Jesus, that old nurse sure wants my ass in a sling, don't she! |
Jesus, that old nurse sure wants my ass in a sling, don't she! | No, Mister McMurphy, it's just that we cannot offer you the guidance and assistance that you would receive at Pendleton. |
No, Mister McMurphy, it's just that we cannot offer you the guidance and assistance that you would receive at Pendleton. | Guidance and assistance! That's insane! Doc, ya gotta help me. |
Guidance and assistance! That's insane! Doc, ya gotta help me. | I'm sorry, but I can't keep you here. |
I'm sorry, but I can't keep you here. | When? |
When? | We'll let you know. |
Put your money where your mouth is, Taber. | Yeah, yeah, you're a fucking phony, McMurphy! |
Okay, Mack! Whoowe, Candy girl, are we in an insane asylum or ain't we? | How's your ass been holdin' up, honey? |
That kind of behavior will get you a P.A. rating, my friend. | P.A. What the hell is that? |
P.A. What the hell is that? | Potential assaultive. |
Hey, Sam, bet ya two bucks ya lose. | Shit, man, tha' ain't even worth considerin'. |
Shit, man, tha' ain't even worth considerin'. | How 'bout twenty? |
How 'bout twenty? | Now you talkin'. |
Now you talkin'. | Bet! |
Bet! | Bet you ass... |
Bet you ass... | You're a witness, Doc! |
What kind of crap is that??? | Jus' playin' the game, sucker... |
Ya fuckin' coon, you're not on the ward now! | Take you han's offa me! |
We got your black ass now, Washington, wanna bet another twenty? | No way... |
Smells like piss. Is this real, Candy? Is this really real? I mean we are in an insane asylum, an' I wanna know how we got ourselves into this scene. | Shhh, please, Miss. Keep it down... |
Well, Miss... I would say... I would say, yes. Yes, he's crazy. | I thought so. |
I thought so. | Is he in an asylum? |
Is he in an asylum? | He's dead. |
He's dead. | Oh, I see. He was a very sick man. Very sick. |
Oh, I see. He was a very sick man. Very sick. | That's what I told his mother. And she said I was crazy. Her son ate the whole fucking light bulb and she said I was crazy. |
That's what I told his mother. And she said I was crazy. Her son ate the whole fucking light bulb and she said I was crazy. | I don't know anything about that, Miss. I would have to examine you first... |
I don't know anything about that, Miss. I would have to examine you first... | You ol' fucker! |
You ol' fucker! | Well, I'm running a risk by letting you in, Miss. You know I'm runnin' a risk of gettin' my black ass fired. If you understand what I mean... |
So, what's the story with your friend? | My friend has lost her fucking mind... |
My friend has lost her fucking mind... | What's she doing? |
I'm sorry. | I feel like the world's biggest idiot. |
Have you seen him with someone? | No... I can just tell. |
No... I can just tell. | After all, he is my brother, and I know he can be kind of a jerk sometimes, but I know him pretty well, and I really don't think-- |
Ah ha!... | What'd you find? |
What'd you find? | A Butterfinger wrapper. |
A Butterfinger wrapper. | A rich, possibly fat, slob. |
A rich, possibly fat, slob. | Maybe there's fingerprints on it? |
Maybe there's fingerprints on it? | We're not looking to arrest the man, Faith, we're trying to locate him. |
We're not looking to arrest the man, Faith, we're trying to locate him. | Oh. Right. |
He's a jerk. | Yes. He is. |
Yes. He is. | I spent my whole life waiting for a creep. |
I spent my whole life waiting for a creep. | Yup. |
Yup. | I came all the way to Italy in search of a weasel. |
I came all the way to Italy in search of a weasel. | When you could've found one in America. |
When he got up and chased them they thought it was a dead man coming after them. | I know what's eatin' you, kid. But I got two thousand dues-payin' members in my local that's seventy-two thousand a year legitimate and when each one of 'em puts in a couple of bucks a day to make sure they work steady well, you figure it out. And that's just for openers. We got the fattest piers in the fattest harbo... |
I know what's eatin' you, kid. But I got two thousand dues-payin' members in my local that's seventy-two thousand a year legitimate and when each one of 'em puts in a couple of bucks a day to make sure they work steady well, you figure it out. And that's just for openers. We got the fattest piers in the fattest harbo... | Why shouldn't we? If we c'n get it we're entitled to it. |
Why shouldn't we? If we c'n get it we're entitled to it. | We ain't robbin' pennies from beggars. We cuttin' ourselves in for five-six million a year just on our half a dozen piers a drop in the bucket compared to the traffic in the harbor. But a mighty sweet little drop, eh, Charley? |
We ain't robbin' pennies from beggars. We cuttin' ourselves in for five-six million a year just on our half a dozen piers a drop in the bucket compared to the traffic in the harbor. But a mighty sweet little drop, eh, Charley? | It'll do. |
It'll do. | So look, kid, you don't think we c'n afford to be boxed out of a deal like this a deal I sweated and bled for on account of one lousy little cheese-eater, that Doyle bum, who thought he c'd go squealin' to the Crime Commission? Do you? |
There's a slot for a boss loader on the new pier we're opening up. | Boss loader! |
Boss loader! | Ten cents a hundred pounds on everything that moves in and out. And you don't have to lift a finger. It'll be three-four hundred a week just for openers. |
Ten cents a hundred pounds on everything that moves in and out. And you don't have to lift a finger. It'll be three-four hundred a week just for openers. | And for all that dough I don't do nothin'? |
And for all that dough I don't do nothin'? | Absolutely nothing. You do nothing and you say nothing. You understand, don't you, kid? |
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