"I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where, I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close."
Patch Adams quotes
Page 1 of 2All of life is a coming home. Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners, beekeepers, sword swallowers, all of us. All the restless hearts of the world, all trying to find a way home. It's hard to describe what I felt like then. Picture yourself walking for days in the driving snow; you don't even know you're walking in circles. The heaviness of your legs in the drifts, your shouts disappearing into the wind. How small you can feel, and how far away home can be. Home. The dictionary defines it as both a place of origin and a goal or destination. And the storm? The storm was all in my mind. Or as the poet Dante put it: In the middle of the journey of my life, I found myself in a dark wood, for I had lost the right path. Eventually, I would find the right path, but in the most unlikely place.
I wanted to become a doctor so I could serve others. And because of that, I've lost everything. But I've also gained everything.
Our job is improving the quality of life, not just delaying death.
I thought only I could repel women with that kind of raw efficiency.
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.
You learn anything about proctology yet?
A little.
Good. Take care of this asshole for me, will you?
...You are not cut out to be a physician and it is my responsibility--
Responsibility? You have one responsibility: To be a dickhead. How hard can that be? All you have to do is make sure your head is a dick and it's attached to your neck.
I don't mean to be rude, but aren't you a little old to be starting medical school?
You know, Babe Ruth was 39 when he joined the Yankees.
No, he wasn't!
I know. If you have a better example, please tell me. Hi. Patch Adams.
Mitch Roman. Georgetown University. I was awarded the William F. Thompson Scientific Achievement Award.
Mmm. Emerson Elementary. I once drew a picture of a rabbit that got me two gold stars.
You told Walcott I cheated. I know you did it, just tell me why.
Look, cut the crap, Hunter. I live with you, I know how much you study, or should I say "don't" study. And you do better than me? Give me a break.
You arrogant, pompous prick! Who appointed you custodian in medical profession? Is it because your father was a doctor, and his father was a doctor? Is it some sort of genetic thing?
You're damn right.
Really?
You know, I grew up with it. I know what it takes to look in the eyes of dying people day after day after day and then come home for dinner at night. I know what it takes. You don't have it.
Oh, really? And you do? If you don't like me, just say it.
I don't like you!
Why don't you like me? You're a prick, and I like you.
Because you make my effort a joke! I want to be a doctor! This isn't a game to me! This isn't play time! This is serious business! I have it in me to be a great doctor! But in order to do that, I have to sacrifice in order to be better.
Better? Better than me?
I will save lives that have otherwise not been saved. Now, I can be like you, and go around laughing and have a good time, ha-ha, but I prefer to learn. Because the more I learn, the more likely I will have the right answer the crucial moment and save a life. And you say I'm a prick? You say I'm a prick? You know, maybe I am. But you ask the average person when death comes knocking at their door, whether they'll want a prick on their side, or some kindergarten teacher who's gonna kiss their ass! Because when that day comes, I'll want the prick, and so will you.
You know, I forget how young you are, Mitch. That you think that you have to be a prick to get things done, and that you actually think that that's a new idea.
Excuse me, Beenie. Which way is heaven [due to Beenie's catatonic state, his hand is raised; everyone laughs (except Dr. Prack)] Correct. Beenie, how much taller is Wilt Chamberlain than you? [patients laugh]
Hey, Beenie, Beenie, Beenie. Where's the ceiling?
Where do the birds fly, Beenie?
How do you say hello to Hitler?
Beenie, Beenie. How does Hitler say hello?
Beenie, how do you check an elephant for a hernia? [patients laugh] Who can win a staring contest? [points to Beenie] Beenie!!
Who... who farted?
Who likes to masturbate? [all patients and "Patch" raise their hands] Beenie, how does a one-armed referee say, "Field goal?"
Last night with Rudy, I connected to another human being. I want more of that. I want to learn about people, help them with their troubles.
That's what I do.
But you suck at it. You don't even listen to them when they talk. I wanna listen; I wanna really listen. You don't understand. I'm leaving.
Hunter, if you leave my records will say AMA, that you signed out of this hospital Against Medical Advice.
And mine will say IDGARA: I Don't Give A Rat's Ass. And my name is Patch.
Now you have the ability to keep me from graduating. You can keep me from getting the title and the white coat. But you can't control my spirit, gentlemen. You can't keep me from learning, you can't keep me from studying. So you have a choice: you can have me as a professional colleague, passionate, or you can have me as an outspoken outsider, still adament. Either way I'll probably still be viewed as a thorn. But I promise you one thing: I am a thorn that will not go away.
Is that all?
I hope not, sir.
Preview of coming attractions.
Nurse...
Death. To die. To expire. To pass on. To perish. To peg out. To push up daisies. To push up posies. To become extinct. Curtains, deceased, demised, departed, and defunct. Dead as a doornail. Dead as a herring. Dead as a mutton. Dead as nits. The last breath. Paying a debt to nature. The big sleep. God's way of saying, "Slow down."
To check out.
To shuffle off this mortal coil.
To head for the happy hunting ground.
To blink for an exceptionally long period of time.
To find oneself without breath.
To be the incredible decaying man.
Worm buffet.
Kick the bucket.
Buy the farm.
Patch Adams Take the cab.
Bill Davis Cash in your chips.
Patch Adams And if we bury you ass up, I have got a place to park my bike.
Look here, Judy, another future boss.
Oh, I wouldn't look at it like that.
You may think I'm exaggerating, but in another five years you'll be so full of yourself you'll have to hang a cup out your ass just to catch the excess.