Do I look sane to you? I'm Randall Patrick McMurphy, but some people call me McMurphy or even Mac. Ratched sure is messing up the place at the ward.
And I swear the girl told me she was 17.
Name: R.P. McMurphy
Residence: Mental Institution in Oregon
Friends: Billy Bibbit, Chief Bromden, Cheswick, Scanlon, Martini, Candy, Dale Harding
Past Experience: Prisoner of War in Korean War
Relationship Status: In an open relationship with Candy the prostitute
"But I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that."
"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 asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it."
"They was giving me ten thousand 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!"
"You're not an idiot. Huh! You're not a goddamn looney now, boy. You're a fisherman!"
Residence: Mental Institution in Oregon
Friends: Billy Bibbit, Chief Bromden, Cheswick, Scanlon, Martini, Candy, Dale Harding
Past Experience: Prisoner of War in Korean War
Relationship Status: In an open relationship with Candy the prostitute
"But I tried, didn't I? Goddamnit, at least I did that."
"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 asshole out walkin' around on the streets and that's it."
"They was giving me ten thousand 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!"
"You're not an idiot. Huh! You're not a goddamn looney now, boy. You're a fisherman!"
