One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

McMurphy:
Which one of you nuts has got any guts?

McMurphy:
That's right, Mr. Martini. There is an Easter Bunny.

Chief Bromden:
My pop was real big. He did like he pleased. That's why everybody worked on him. The last time I seen my father, he was blind and diseased from drinking. And every time he put the bottle to his mouth, he don't suck out of it, it sucks out of him until he shrunk so wrinkled and yellow even the dogs didn't know him.

McMurphy:
Killed him, huh?

Chief Bromden:
I'm not saying they killed him. They just worked on him. The way they're working on you.

McMurphy:
I must be crazy to be in a loony bin like this.

McMurphy:
I'm a goddamn marvel of modern science.

McMurphy:
Someone get me a f***ing wiener before I die.

Nurse Ratched:
Aren't you ashamed?

Billy:
No, I'm not.

Nurse Ratched:
You know Billy, what worries me is how your mother is going to take this.

Billy:
Um, um, well, y-y-y-you d-d-d-don't have to t-t-t-tell her, Miss Ratched.

Nurse Ratched:
I don't have to tell her? Your mother and I are old friends. You know that.

Billy:
P-p-p-please d-d-don't tell my m-m-m-mother.

McMurphy:
A little dab'll do ya.

McMurphy:
What are you doin' here? You oughta be out in a convertible bird-doggin' chicks and bangin' beaver.

McMurphy:
Is that crazy enough for ya'? Want me to take a sh*t on the floor?

McMurphy:
She was fifteen years old, going on thirty-five, Doc, and she told me she was eighteen, she was very willing, I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have been fifteen, but when you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don't think it's crazy at all and I don't think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that's why I got into jail to begin with. And now they're telling me I'm crazy over here because I don't sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what's being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it.

McMurphy:
In one week, I can put a bug so far up her ass, she don't know whether to sh*t or wind her wristwatch.

McMurphy:
I'm here to cooperate with you a hundred percent. A hundred percent. I'll be just right down the line with ya'. You watch.

McMurphy:
What do you think you are, for Chrissake, crazy or somethin'? Well you're not! You're not! You're no crazier than the average a**hole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it.

McMurphy:
Why don't ya shut your goddamn mouth and play some music.

McMurphy:
Hit me, Chief, I got the moves!

Nurse Ratched:
If Mr. McMurphy doesn't want to take his medication orally, I'm sure we can arrange that he can have it some other way.

Cheswick:
Rules? PISS ON YOUR F***ING RULES!

Chief Bromden:
Mmmmmm, Juicey Fruit.

McMurphy:
Well I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothin', but she's somethin' of a c*nt, ain't she Doc?

Dr. Spivey:
Well, the real reason that you've been sent over here is because they wanted you to be evaluated... to determine whether or not you are mentally ill. This is the real reason.

McMurphy:
Well, as near as I can figure out, it's 'cause I, uh, fight and f*** too much.

McMurphy:
Get out of my way son, you're usin' my oxygen.

McMurphy:
You're not an idiot. Huh! You're not a goddamn looney now, boy. You're a fisherman!

Nurse Pilbow:
Don't get upset, Mr. McMurphy.

McMurphy:
I'm not getting upset, Nurse Pilbow. I just don't want anyone to slip me salt peter!

Billy:
He-he-he can't hear you. He's d-d-deaf and d-d-dumb.

McMurphy:
We're just having a little party.

Orderly Turkle:
Party my ass this ain't no nightclub!

Night Nurse:
Mr. Turkle?

McMurphy:
Where the f*** is he, why doesn't he answer her?

Taber:
He's jerkin' off somewhere.

Orderly Turkle:
Ain't no one jerkin' off nowhere muthaf***er!

McMurphy:
Turkle what the f*** are you doing in here? Go out and talk to her.

Orderly Turkle:
I'm doin' the same f***in' thing your doin'- hidin'!

Chief Bromden:
I'm not going to let you down. I wouldn't leave you here this way. You're coming with me... Let's go.

McMurphy:
Well, I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that.

McMurphy:
Who's the head bull-goose loony around here?

Orderly Turkle:
Oh sh*t, the supervisor!

Nurse Ratched:
Your hand is staining my window.

McMurphy:
Jesus Christ! D'you nuts wanna play cards or do ya wanna f***in' jerk off?

McMurphy:
Today as you you may or may not know, doesn't matter, is the first day of the World Series. I'd like to propose that we move the work detail to night, so that we can watch the ball game.

Harding, why don't you knock off the bullshit and get to the point!

Dr. Spivey:
It said you've been belligerent, talked when unauthorized, been resentful in attitude toward work—in general, that you're lazy.

McMurphy:
Chewing gum in class. Ha-ha.

Dr. Spivey:
Well, the real reason that you've been sent over here is because they wanted you evaluated to determine whether or not you're mentally ill. This is the real reason. Why do you think they might think that?

McMurphy:
Well, as near as I can figure out, it's 'cause I, uh, fight and f*** too much.

Dr. Spivey:
In the penitentiary?

McMurphy:
No, no!

Dr. Spivey:
Well, you've had five prior arrests for assault.

McMurphy:
Five fights, huh? Rocky Marciano's got forty and he's a millionaire.

McMurphy:
Well, that f***in' nurse, man... she, uh, she ain't honest.

Dr. Spivey:
Aw now, look. Miss Ratched's one of the finest nurses we've got in this institution.

McMurphy:
Ha! Well I don't wanna break up the meeting or nothin', but she's somethin' of a c*nt, ain't she, Doc?

Dr. Spivey:
How do you mean that?

McMurphy:
She likes a rigged game, you know what I mean?

Dr. Spivey:
The funny thing is that the person that he's the closest to is the one he dislikes the most — that's you, Mildred.

Nurse Ratched:
Well, gentlemen, in my opinion, if we send him back to Pendleton or we send him up to Disturbed, it's just one more way of passing on our problems to somebody else. You know we don't like to do that, so I'd like to keep him on the ward. I think we can help him.

McMurphy:
[after realizing Chief Bromden is not mute] You fooled 'em, Chief! You fooled 'em. You fooled 'em all. Goddamn. What are we doin' here Chief? Huh? What's us two guys doin' in this f***in' place? Let's get out of here. Out!

Chief Bromden:
Canada.

McMurphy:
Canada. I'll be there before these sons-of-b*tches know what hit 'em. Listen to Randle on this one.

Randle Mcmurphy:
You're just a young kid. What are you doin' here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why – bird-doggin' chicks and bangin' beaver! What are ya doin' here, for Christ's sake? What's funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothin' but complain about how you can't stand it in this place here and then you haven't got the guts just to walk out!

Randle Mcmurphy:
How about it? You creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives. Let's hear it for Bull Goose Randle back in action...You ding-a-lings. The Mental Defective League, in formation.

Randle Mcmurphy:
They, uh, was givin' me 10,000 watts a day, you know, and I'm hot to trot. The next woman takes me on's gonna light up like a pinball machine and pay off in silver dollars!

Nurse Ratched:
Mr. Cheswick, you sit down!

Chief Bromden:
Mac, they said you escaped. I knew you wouldn't leave without me. I was waiting for you. Now we can make it, Mac. I feel big as a damn mountain. Mac? [sees the lobotomy scars on McMurphy] Oh, no. [brings McMurphy close to him, hugging the comatose man] I'm not going without you, Mac. I wouldn't leave you this way. You're coming with me. [laying him down gently and preparing to kill him with mercy] Let's go.

Charlie Cheswick:
I want my cigarettes! Miss Ratched!

Charlie Cheswick:
Rules?! PISS ON YOUR F***ING RULES, MISS RATCHED!!