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Ratched : Have you ever speculated, Mr.
Harding, that perhaps you are impatient with your wife because she doesn't meet
your mental requirements?
Harding : Perhaps. But you see, the only
thing I can really speculate on, Nurse Ratched, is the very existence of my life
with or without my wife in terms of the human relationships, the juxtaposition
of one person to another, the form, the content.
Taber : Harding, why don't you knock
off the bullshit and get
to the point ?
Harding : 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?
Taber : Yeah, Harding, you're so fucking
dumb I can't believe it.
Harding : It makes me feel very
peculiar, very peculiar when you throw in something like that.
Man1 : Why?
Man2 : What does that mean, "peculiar,"
Harding?
Man3 : Peculiar? Peculiar?
Cheswick : I'm gonna tell you guys
something. You just don't want to learn anything. You just don't want to listen
to anybody. He's got intelligence!
Harding : Wait a minute! You've never
heard the word "peculiar"? Say, what are you trying to say? You trying to say
I'm queer? Is that it? Little Mary Ann? Little Marjorie Jane? Is that it? Is
that what you're trying to tell me? Is that your idea of communicating something
to me? Is it? Well, is it?
Cheswick : They're all crowding
in on you, Mr.
Harding. They're all ganging
up on you.
Harding : Is that news?
Cheswick : They sometimes want to gang
up on me, too, but I...
Harding : Cheswick, do me a favor. Take
it easy. And stay
off my side.
Cheswick : But I only wanna... I only
wanna... I only wanna help you.
Harding : I understand.
Cheswick : But don't you want me to...?
Harding : Please!
Cheswick : But I only want to...
Harding : Please!
Cheswick : But I only want to help you.
Harding : Please! You see, the other day
you made some allusions, both of you.
Man1 : Illusions?
Harding : To sexual…yes, allusions.
Allusions. Not illusions. Allusions to sexual problems I might be having with my
wife. All right, let's say it's true! Let's say I know it to be true, but you
don't! If that's your idea of trying to tell me something, you have another...
Taber : You know, Harding, I think
you're some kind of morbid asshole or something!
Man2 : Peculiar!
Harding : Asshole again.
Man3 : It makes you feel peculiar.
Taber : You've been talking about your
wife ever since I can remember! You know, she's on your mind, and blah, blah,
blah...
Harding : I'm not talking about my wife!
When are you gonna get that through your thick fucking head?
Taber : When are you gonna wise
up and turn
her loose?
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