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Hunter Patch Adams: You don't understand, I'm leaving 
Dr. Titan: 
Hunter, if you leave my records will say AMA, 
you left against medical advice. 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
And Mine will say IDGARA, I don't give a rat's ass. 
And my name is Patch. 

Truman: I thought only I could repel women with that kind of raw efficiency. 

Arthur Mendelson: 
You learn anything about proctology yet Patch? 
Good, take care of this asshole for me, will ya? 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
You treat a disease, you win, you lose. 
You treat a person I'll guarantee you'll win. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
So what now, huh? What do you want from me? [looks down] 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
Yeah, I could do it. We both know you wouldn't stop me. 
So answer me please. Tell me what you're doing. 
Okay, let's look at the logic. You create man. 
Man suffers enormous amounts of pain. Man dies. 
Maybe you should have had a few more brainstorming sessions prior to creation. 
You rested on the seventh day. 
Maybe you should've spent that day on compassion. 
[looks down over the cliff once more] 
Hunter Patch Adams: You know what. You're not worth it. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
Our job is improving the quality of life, not just delaying death.

[first lines] 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
All 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. 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
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. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
We need to start treating the patient as well as the disease. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
We can head on down to the maternity ward. You know those chicks put out. 

Arthur Mendelson: 
How many fingers do you see? 
Hunter Patch Adams: Four. 
Arthur Mendelson: 
No no! Look beyond the fingers! 
Now tell me how many you see. 

Arthur Mendelson: 
You're focusing on the problem. If you focus on the problem, 
you can't see the solution. Never focus on the problem! 

Arthur Mendelson: 
See what no one else sees. See what everyone chooses not to see... 
out of fear, conformity or laziness. See the whole world anew each day! 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
You have the responsibility to be a dich head. 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. 

Carim Fisher: 
Lesbian, airhead, ballbuster, whichever one of these disgusts you the most, 
take your pick. Please spread the word: I'm not here to date. 
I'm not here to flirt. I'm here to study. 

[while Patch is driving] 
Carin Fisher: When can I open my eyes? 
Hunter Patch Adams: As soon as I open mine. 

Hunter Patch Adams: Ye of little faith. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. 
I love you straightforwardly without complexities or pride. 
I love you because I know no other way then this. 
So close that your hand, on my chest, is my hand. 
So close, that when you close your eyes, I fall asleep. 

Hunter 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 going to fight a disease, 
let's fight one of the most terrible diseases of all, indifference. 

Carin Fisher: 
When I was a girl I would look out my bedroom window at the caterpillars; 
I envied them so much. No matter what they were before, 
no matter what happened to them, they could just hide away and turn into 
these beautiful creatures that could fly away completely untouched. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
[imitating a skeleton] 
I have a boner. Wait, I am a boner. 

Hunter Patch Adams: 
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." 
Bill Davis: To check out. 
Hunter Patch Adams: To shuffle off this mortal coil. 
Bill Davis: To head for the happy hunting ground. 
Hunter Patch Adams: To blink for an exceptionally long period of time. 
Bill Davis: To find oneself without breath. 
Hunter Patch Adams: To be the incredible decaying man. 
Bill Davis: Worm buffet. 
Hunter Patch Adams: Kick the bucket. 
Bill Davis: Buy the farm. 
Hunter Patch Adams: Take the cab. 
Bill Davis: Cash in your chips. 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
And if we bury you ass up, I have got a place to park my bike. 

Hunter Patch Adams: Hi. Patch Adams. 
Mitch Roman: 
Mitch Roman. Georgetown University. I was awarded the William F. 
Thompson Scientific Achievement Award. 
Hunter Patch Adams: 
Mmm. Emerson Elementary. 
I once drew a picture of a rabbit that got me two gold stars. 


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