Dr. Grace Augustine: So you just figured you'd come here, to the most hostile environment known to men, with no training of any kind, and see how it went? What was going through your head? Jake Sully: Maybe I was sick of doctors telling me what I couldn't do.
Dean Walcott: Our job is to rigorously and ruthlessly train the humanity out of you and make you into something better. We're gonna make doctors out of you.
Ray Embrey: What about you, buddy? You're from another planet, aren't you? Hancock: No man, I'm from Miami. Ray Embrey: You didn't come on in, like, a meteor or... Hancock: Nope. Woke up at a hospital, first thing I remember. Ray Embrey: Government hospital. Yes? Experimenting on you and... Hancock: No, Ray. Regular old Miami emergency room. Ray Embrey: Come on. Hancock: Yeah, uh, my skull was fractured. They told me I tried to, uh, stop a mugging. Ray Embrey: Somebody knocked you out. Hancock: Guess I was a regular guy before and when I woke up, I was changed. Uh, and the hospital nurse tried to put a needle in my arm and it just broke against my skin. And then my skull healed, in, like in an hour. The doctors were astounded and, uh, they wanted to know my story. Just like you. But, uh, I couldn't tell 'em. I don't know who I am. Mary Embrey: Amnesia. You know, the blow to the head. Hancock: Yeah, well, that's what they figure. Ray Embrey: You don't remember anything? Hancock: No. Only thing I had in my pocket was bubble-gum, two movie tickets. Boris Karloff. Uh, Frankenstein. Uh... But no ID, nothing. I went to sign out. The, uh, nurse asked me for my John Hancock. And, uh... I actually thought that's who I was.
Tommy: Hey, remember your brother Duane? Whatever happened to him? We used to go to Safeway all the time and get caught trying to steal doughnuts. Michelle: He's a cop. He had to get a real job when my parents moved to Cuyahoga Falls. Tommy: Wow! [awkward silence] Michelle: [holds up box of Dunkin' Donuts] Want one? Tommy: I'd better not. I have what doctors call a little bit of a weight problem. I used to grab bear claws as a kid, two at a time, and I'd get them lodged right in this region here. [motioning at his stomach]
Dr. Nekhorvich: You are infected with Chimera, my friend. Dr. Nekhorvich: [McCloy tries pressing button to gain help] No use, my friend. The medical staff wants no part of this. Doctors don't fancy the idea of dying any more than anybody else. John C. McCloy: How could I possibly be infected. Dr. Nekhorvich: That's exactly what Gradski said 27 hours before he died. John C. McCloy: You've got the antidote, you miserable bastard! John C. McCloy: You stole Bellerophon! All of it! Dr. Nekhorvich: My, my, my. John C. McCloy: I need it! I need it now, you whacked-out Russian Gypsy!
[Lex discovers Weyland with his respirator] Alexa 'Lex' Woods: There's no room for sick men on this expedition. Charles Bishop Weyland: My doctors tell me the worst is behind me. Alexa 'Lex' Woods: You're not a very good liar, Mr. Weyland. Stay on the ship. We'll update you at the top of every hour. Charles Bishop Weyland: You know, when you get sick, you think about your life and how you're going to be remembered. You know what I realized would happen when I go? A ten percent fall in share prices. Maybe twelve. And that's it. Alexa 'Lex' Woods: I've heard this speech before. My dad broke his leg seven hundred feet from the summit of Mount Ranier. He was like you. He wouldn't go back or let us stop. We reached the top and he opened a bottle of champagne. I had my first drink with my dad at 14,400 feet. On the way down, he developed a blood clot in his leg that traveled to his lung. He suffered for four hours before dying twenty minutes from the base. Charles Bishop Weyland: You think that's the last thing your dad remembers? The pain? Or drinking champagne with his daughter fourteen thousand feet in the air? [pause] Charles Bishop Weyland: I need this.
Doctor Evan Rendell: Time to do what doctors do best. [pulls out a golf club]
I told her that I didn't want to take any drugs. That I had come here not to take drugs.
Captain Murphy: Under Martian law doctors and other wizards are forbidden!
Nancy Lee Nicholson: I read somewhere that doctors have the highest suicide rate in any profession except for dentistry.
Jackie Harrison: You know, Ben was born in two hours, went right to the breast, and camped there for 4 days. His blanket looked just like a cape, even the nurses thought so. He loves hearing that story about how he was born a magician. Isabel: What about her? Jackie Harrison: 28 hours. The doctors wanted to go in and get her, but I knew she'd come at her own time. You can never rush her. Isabel: I'll keep that in mind.
Alfred Kinsey: The doctors say my heart sounds like a cement mixer. Clyde Martin: At least they found one.
Sir William Gull: Laudanum is a derivative of opium. Apart from doctors and addicts, not many would be able to detect it. How long have you been chasing the dragon, Inspector?
Dr. Frederick Chilton: I am going to show you why we insist on such precautions. On the evening of July 8th, 1981, he complained of chest pains and was taken to the dispensary. His mouthpiece and restraints were removed for an EKG. When the nurse leaned over him, he did this to her. [pulls out photo] Dr. Frederick Chilton: The doctors managed to reset her jaw more or less. Saved one of her eyes. His pulse never got above 85, even when he ate her tongue.
Sam: You know, when we graduate high school, and become doctors and lawyers and all that kind of stuff... what do you think it would be like?
Too many good docs are getting out of the business. Too many OB/GYN's aren't able to practice their love with women all across the country.
[Jenny has told Forrest that she has an incurable disease, and the doctors don't know what to do] Forrest Gump: You could come home with me, to my house in Greenbow, Jenny. You and little Forrest. I'll take care of you if you're sick. Jenny Curran: Will you marry me, Forrest? Forrest Gump: [long pause] Okay.
The life so short, the craft so long to learn.
The most exquisite pleasure in the practice of medicine comes from nudging a layman in the direction of terror, then bringing him back to safety again.
Frank: What's the drift? You roll into town. You line up a few dentists or do you hit doctors too? Susan Ivey: Dentists are easier. They're dumber. No offense.
After you find out all the things that can go wrong, your life becomes less about living and more about waiting.
Dr. Jaye Calder: We have put the kids in the mall. The Hard Rock I think. Norman Calder: Okay, you've done your duty. Can we go now? Amy: Are you sure she is there? Dr. Jaye Calder: Yes. I've left her with some kids. [to Norman] Dr. Jaye Calder: Norman, hold this. [hands Norman a pack of interferon] Norman Calder: [hands a person the interferon] Here take this. [to Jaye] Norman Calder: These people are strangers Jaye! Are you gonna die for them? Jaye, answer me! Dr. Jaye Calder: I am answering you Norman. [to other doctors treating a man who is unconscious] Dr. Jaye Calder: This man is under cardiac arrest. I'm defibrilating! [uses a defibrilator on the man] Norman Calder: [turns away] Oh shit! I'm outta here.
Juno MacGuff: Ow, ow, fuckity-ow! Bren, when do I get that spinal tap thing? Bren: It's called a spinal block. And you can't have it yet, honey. The doctor said you're not dilated enough. Juno MacGuff: You mean I have to wait for it to get worse? Why can't they just give it to me now? Bren: Well, honey, doctors are sadists who like to play God and watch lesser people scream... [Juno lets out painful scream, Brenda checks her watch] Bren: Shit. [to doctor] Bren: Hey, can we get my kid the damn spinal tap already?
Lois Hobson: Chuck, I have this condition; the doctors call it 'Crap Intolerance'. I can only take so much BS before I explode.
Leo Getz: Those doctors are savages. I mean, where does it say that a gunshot wound requires a rectal exam? [Murtaugh rolls his eyes at Riggs] Leo Getz: Yeah. With a telescope big enough to see Venus! Martin Riggs: I guess all they saw was Uranus, huh? Leo Getz: Oh, that's great, Riggs. Ha ha. That's great. Well, you know what I say? They FUCK you at the hospital! First they drug you, then they FUCK you! And when they're done FUCKING you, along comes the insurance company and FUCKS you some more! Ten dollars for a FUCKING aspirin...
Jerry: [at Celeste's party. Jack went along with Lucy, and was mistaken for Peter] Peter? Lucy: I gotta talk to you. Jerry: Geez, he looks good. Lucy: That's not Peter. That's Jack. Jerry: Uh, who's Jack again? Lucy: Peter's brother. Jerry: Peter's the guy that's in a coma. Lucy: Yeah. Jerry: So then why did you bring Jack? Lucy: I didn't bring Jack. He followed me here. Jerry: So Jack's the fiancé? Lucy: No, Peter. Jerry: Peter doesn't even know you exist. Lucy: I know. Jerry: So Jack is Peter? Lucy: Yeah. Jerry: Lucy! Lucy: Yeah? Jerry: They have doctors for this kind of thing!
I saved a man's life once,
Tony Giardino: [the pilot is asleep] What are you doing? Wake up! Pilot: Ooooh man! I was having an amazing dream! Tony Giardino: I don't care about your dream! Land the plane! Pilot: I was just born, and... I was eight-and-a-half months premature. The doctors were freakin' out. Tony Giardino: Oh please, shut up! Pilot: Did I already tell you this dream?
Rock: Doctor's note. I can't dance, I have a heart condition. Pierre Dulaine: Interesting man, your doctor. Not many doctors write notes on three-hole paper.
Most doctors are prisoners of their education and shackled by their profession.
Beth Windsor: We must've made a mistake... It's gotta be OK to kill people. Carmakers do it, doctors do it, governments do it all the time.
Each patient carries his own doctor inside him.
I guessed that he was one of those ambitious young physicians who more and more fill the profession, opportunists with a fashionable hoodlum image, openly hostile to their patients. My brief stay at the hospital had already convinced me that the medical profession was an open door to anyone nursing a grudge against the human race.
We come unbidden into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot. I grew up and I found my purpose and it was to become a physician. My intent wasn't to save the world as much as to heal myself. Few doctors will admit this, certainly not young ones, but subconsciously, in entering the profession, we must believe that ministering to others will heal our woundedness. And it can. but it can also deepen the wound.
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