Wilkes:
Don't mind Lloyd. He doesn't mean anything by that chip on his shoulder. It's just his way of fighting everybody because he can't cure the patients.
Pagliacci:
[Feeding John numerous pieces of gum] Come on, John. Chew, chew, chew!... See, if you chew, your jaw muscles, they get tired, see? And then the other muscles, they get the message, and they get tired too, see? And before you know it, you're sleeping. And, when we're asleep, nobody can tell a sane man from an insane man, huh?
Pagliacci: [Chuckles] Good night, Mr. Barret.
Johnny Barrett: Good night, Mr. Pagliacci.
Pagliacci: [Chuckles] Good night, Mr. Barret.
Johnny Barrett: Good night, Mr. Pagliacci.
Johnny Barrett:
[Screaming, to Dr. Cristo] Doctor, I'm not nuts! I'm here for the paper! I'm a PLANT!
Dr. L.G. Cristo: [Totally unconcerned] Now, forget all about Sloan, huh? Why don't you keep Pagliacci company? Have him sing "La Boheme" for ya'.
Johnny Barrett: [Quietly and submissively] Yes, sir.
Dr. L.G. Cristo: [Totally unconcerned] Now, forget all about Sloan, huh? Why don't you keep Pagliacci company? Have him sing "La Boheme" for ya'.
Johnny Barrett: [Quietly and submissively] Yes, sir.
Johnny Barrett:
Am I the only loony in this ward?
Wilkes: No, Mr. Barret, your roommates are in the "street." Oh, if you don't mind, we never use words here like "nuts, bugs, screwy, goofy, loony"... We'd like it very much if you didn't use them, either.
Johnny Barrett: [Sarcastically] I'm sorry - - I'm a "greenhorn inmate."
Wilkes: [Calmly] You're a patient, not an inmate.
Wilkes: No, Mr. Barret, your roommates are in the "street." Oh, if you don't mind, we never use words here like "nuts, bugs, screwy, goofy, loony"... We'd like it very much if you didn't use them, either.
Johnny Barrett: [Sarcastically] I'm sorry - - I'm a "greenhorn inmate."
Wilkes: [Calmly] You're a patient, not an inmate.