R.P. McMurphy I'd like to know why none of the guys never told me that you, Miss Ratched, and the doctors could keep me here 'til you're good and ready to turn me loose. That's what I'd like to know. R.P. McMurphy You're just a young kid. What are you doin' here? You oughta be out in a convertible, why... bird-doggin' chicks and bangin' beaver. What are ya doin' here, for Christ's sake? What's funny about that? Jesus, I mean, you guys do nothin' but complain about how you can't stand it in this place here and then you haven't got the guts just to walk out! R.P. McMurphy How about it? You creeps, you lunatics, mental defectives? Let's hear it for Bull Goose Randall back in action... You ding-a-lings. The Mental Defective League, in formation.