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Ratched : To answer your question about
the dorm, Mr. Scanlon. You know very well that if we left the door open, you'd
just go right back to bed after breakfast. Am I right?
Taber : So what?
Cheswick : May I have my cigarettes,
please, Miss Ratched?
McMurphy : Forget the cigarettes,
Cheswick. Cigarettes are not important. Sit down, will you? For Christ's sake!
Cigarettes!
Ratched : Remember, Mr. Scanlon, we've
discussed many times that 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?
Fredrickson : Do you mean to say it's
sick to want to be off by
yourself ?
Cheswick : Miss Ratched?
Ratched : Mr. Cheswick, you sit down!
Cheswick : Yes, but I want to know
about...
Ratched : Sit down, Mr. Cheswick.
Cheswick : I want to...
McMurphy : Give him a cigarette, will
you, Harding?
Harding : My last one.
McMurphy : That's a fucking lie. Why
don't you give him a cigarette?
Harding : Look, I'm not running a
charity ward, see? Come on!
Cheswick : I don't want his cigarettes.
And I don't want his, or his, or his, or his, or his, or his... Or even yours.
Do you understand that? I want my cigarettes, Miss Ratched! I want my
cigarettes! I want mine, Miss Ratched! What gives you the damn right to keep our
cigarettes piled up on your desk and to squeeze
out a pack only when
you feel like it, huh? Miss Ratched!
Ratched : Mr. Harding!
Harding : Oh, I'm sorry.
Ratched : You surprise me.
Harding : I lost
my head. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to... I'm really
very sorry. I just forgot. I didn't mean to. I'm really very sorry. Just forgot.
Ratched : It's all right.
Cheswick : Miss Ratched!
Ratched : Yes, Mr. Cheswick?
Cheswick : I asked you a question!
Ratched : I heard your question, Mr.
Cheswick and I will answer your question as soon as you've calmed down. OK? Are
you calm, Mr. Cheswick?
Cheswick : I'm calm.
Ratched : Good. Now, as you all know,
Mr. McMurphy has been running a small gambling casino in our tub
room. Now, most of you lost all your cigarettes to Mr. McMurphy,
not to mention a
tidy sum of money to
Mr. McMurphy. And that's why your tub room privileges have been suspended and
your cigarettes have been rationed. Mr. Martini?
Martini : How are we gonna win our money
back?
Ratched : You're not going to win your
money back, Mr. Martini. That's all over. If you had obeyed the rules
in the first place, you wouldn't have lost your money.
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