Board Doctor: What if one of your patients had died?
Patch Adams: What’s wrong with death, sir? What are we so mortally afraid of? Why can’t we treat death with a certain amount of humanity and dignity and decency and, God forbid, maybe even humor? Death is not the enemy, gentlemen. If we’re gonna fight a disease, let’s fight one of the most terrible diseases of all–indifference. Now, I’ve sat in your schools and heard people lecture on transference and professional distance. Transference is inevitable, sir. Every human being has an impact on another. Why don’t we want that in a patient/doctor relationship? That’s why I’ve listened to your teachings, and I believe they’re wrong. A doctor’s mission should be not just to prevent death but also to improve the quality of life. That’s why you treat a disease, you win, you lose. You treat a person, I guarantee you, you win, no matter what the outcome.
Harry Ross: You any tougher than you look?
Raymond Hope: Hell yes! At least, I used to be.
Harry Ross: I used to be. We all used to be.
Raymond Hope: Then have a drink. You still a bourbon man?
Harry Ross: I’ll take a ginger ale if you got one.
Raymond Hope: Do I look like a man who’d have a ginger ale?
Harry Ross: Water.
Raymond Hope: That I can handle.
David Shaw: Ok. So what’s Plan B?
Steven Taylor: It’s a little coincidental if there’s another attempt on her life.
David Shaw: Gee, you think?
Steven Taylor: So we wait.
David Shaw: For what?
Steven Taylor: I’ll let you know.
David Shaw: Hey, Steve. . .Do I keep fucking your wife in the meantime, or what?
Jack Foley: It’s like seeing someone for the first time — you can be passing on the street — and you look at each other and for a few seconds, there’s a kind of a. . .a recognition. Like you both know something. But then the next moment the person’s gone, and. . .and it’s too late to do anything about it and you always remember it because it was there and you let it go, and you think to yourself, “What if I had stopped? What if I had said something? What if? What if?” It may only happen a few times in your life.
Karen Sisco: Or once.
Jack Foley: Or once.
Bala: Why are you stalking me? Don’t you realize that I’m out of your league?
Z: You’re the one who was cruising the worker bar looking for a little action. And you just happened to find it. . .the swarthy, earthy, sensual worker.
Bala: Please. I was slumming it. Don’t you get it? I chose you because you were the most pathetic little bug in the joint.
Z: I was gonna let you become part of my most erotic fantasies. But now, you can forget that.