In one week, I can put a bug so far up her ass, she don’t know whether to shit or wind her wristwatch.
P-p-p-please d-d-don’t tell my m-m-m-mother.
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.
Your hand is staining my window.
Education: California style. Nurse Ratched likes a rigged game. That she does…
And…from the book, by Ken Kesey:
“While McMurphy laughs. Rocking farther and farther backward against the cabin top, spreading his laugh out across the water—laughing at the girl, the guys, at George, at me sucking my bleeding thumb, at the captain back at the pier and the bicycle rider and the service-station guys and the five thousand houses and the Big Nurse and all of it. Because he knows you have to laugh at the things that hurt you just to keep yourself in balance, just to keep the world from running you plumb crazy” (p. 237).