Chuck Roberson

Chuck Roberson

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.

Chuck Roberson

Chuck Roberson

Wilkes: I used to work in the Female Wing. But the "Nympho Ward" got too dangerous for me.

Peter Breck

Peter Breck

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.

Peter Breck

Peter Breck

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.

Chuck Roberson

Chuck Roberson

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.


Peter Breck

Peter Breck

Johnny Barrett: My yen for you goes up and down like a fever chart. I love you, Cathy.

Peter Breck

Peter Breck

Johnny Barrett: Nymphos!

Peter Breck

Peter Breck

Johnny Barrett: Who killed Sloan in the kitchen?

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