— You've got at least five arrests for assault. What can you tell me about that?
— Five fights, huh? Rocky Marciano's got 40, and he's a millionaire.
Nobody's gonna convince me I can't do something till I try it.
"Mr. Bibbit, you might warn this Mr. Harding that I'm so crazy I admit to voting for Eisenhower."
"Bibbit! You tell Mr. McMurphy I'm so crazy I voted for Eisenhower twice!"
"And you tell Mr. Harding right back <...> that I'm so crazy I plan to vote for Eisenhower again this November."
"I take off my hat," Harding says, bows his head, and shakes hands with McMurphy.
Which one of you claims to be the craziest? Which one is the biggest loony? It's my first day, and what I like to do is make a good impression straight off on the right man.
"You can't run around here in a towel!"
"No?" He looks down at the part of the towel she's eye to eye with, and it's wet and skin tight. "Towels against ward policy too? Well, I guess there's nothin' to do exce—"
"Stop! Don't you dare. You get back in that dorm and get your clothes on this instant!"
If I'm bound to be a loony, then I'm bound to be a stompdown dadgum good one.
But I tried, didn't I? Goddamn it! At least I did that.
The secret of being a top-notch con man is being able to know what the mark wants, and how to make him think he’s getting it.
How about it, you creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives.
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