— I mean, okay, my mom... I don't know. She's a crazy person. She just worries all day every day. And honestly it annoys the shit out of me. It's way too much. And it's not helpful and I can't talk to her. I don't call her back.
— It's a problem. So she's got this husband that can't talk to her and this son that won't?
— Yeah, I guess.
— Makes you kind of a dick.
There was no difference between men, in intelligence or race, so profound as the difference between the sick and the well.
— He lied to us.
— What?
— He lied to us. You want a jockey who lies to us?
— What do you mean?
— He can't see. He's blind in one eye.
— It's fine, Tom.
— It's fine?
— Yeah, it's fine. "You don't throw a whole life away... just because it's banged up a little bit."
«Statistics show» who... who cares, what statistic's showing? Look at medicine. 80% of people, with pancreatic cancer, die within 5 years, 95% of appendectomies, occur with zero complications. But... we both know pancreatic cancer patient that lived, and appendix patients that unfortunately... passed. Statistics mean nothing to the individual. You're either gonna be a good parent to that kid, or you're not. I mean, hell, your parents were divorcing, and somehow you managed to become a relatively successful doctor.
— Medicine has made some progress in the last 20 years.
— Maybe technology is better now — but you still can't cure cancer or HIV.
— Yes, there will always be an illness we can't cure.
It turns out we can't save people from themselves. We just treat 'em. Treat that kid with a respiratory problem and when he comes back with cancer, go ahead and treat that.