A Young Doctor's Notebook

Margarita:
But he's a child! You can't just cut bits off!

Young Doctor:
I'm not going to cut anything off. I'm going to gouge!

Older Doctor:
What are you doing?

Young Doctor:
What does it look like?

Older Doctor:
You don't want to do that!

Young Doctor:
Why not? Doesn't it work?

Older Doctor:
No, no, it works.

Young Doctor:
Then I'm doing it! It has to be better than gargle and drops!

Older Doctor:
You have no idea what you are doing.

Young Doctor:
I'm a doctor... I can handle it!

Older Doctor:
No you can't. You only think you can because you've never taken it.

Young Doctor:
It's medicine... I give this to children.

Older Doctor:
Only if you want to saw off their legs!

Young Doctor:
I'm in so much pain!

Older Doctor:
Then suffer... Because this is far worse... It will take you to a lush meadow with the light of summer, you will lie down in the soft grass and bask in the sun and feel nothing but bliss and you will never want to return to this frozen pisshole in the snow.

Young Doctor:
I have to get out of here. [injects morphine into his arm]

Older Doctor:
It will never be this good again.