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They
said
they
did
n't
agree
with
what
the
Big
Nurse
had
been
saying
,
but
,
hell
,
the
old
girl
had
some
good
points
.
And
yet
,
damn
it
,
Mack
's
still
a
good
guy
...
really
.
Harding
finally
brought
the
conversation
into
the
open
.
"
My
friends
,
thou
protest
too
much
to
believe
the
protesting
.
You
are
all
believing
deep
inside
your
stingy
little
hearts
that
our
Miss
Angel
of
Mercy
Ratched
is
absolutely
correct
in
every
assumption
she
made
today
about
McMurphy
.
You
know
she
was
,
and
so
do
I
.
But
why
deny
it
?
Let
's
be
honest
and
give
this
man
his
due
instead
of
secretly
criticizing
his
capitalistic
talent
.
What
's
wrong
with
him
making
a
little
profit
?
We
've
all
certainly
got
our
money
's
worth
every
time
he
fleeced
us
,
have
n't
we
?
He
's
a
shrewd
character
with
an
eye
out
for
a
quick
dollar
.
He
does
n't
make
any
pretense
about
his
motives
,
does
he
?
Why
should
we
?
He
has
a
healthy
and
honest
attitude
about
his
chicanery
,
and
I
'm
all
for
him
,
just
as
I
'm
for
the
dear
old
capitalistic
system
of
free
individual
enterprise
,
comrades
,
for
him
and
his
downright
bullheaded
gall
and
the
American
flag
,
bless
it
,
and
the
Lincoln
Memorial
and
the
whole
bit
.
Remember
the
Maine
,
P.
T.
Barnum
and
the
Fourth
of
July
.
I
feel
compelled
to
defend
my
friend
's
honor
as
a
good
old
red
,
white
,
and
blue
hundred-per-cent
American
con
man
.
Good
guy
,
my
foot
.
McMurphy
would
be
embarrassed
to
absolute
tears
if
he
were
aware
of
some
of
the
simon-pure
motives
people
had
been
claiming
were
behind
some
of
his
dealings
.
He
would
take
it
as
a
direct
effrontery
to
his
craft
.
"
He
dipped
into
his
pocket
for
his
cigarettes
;
when
he
could
n't
find
any
he
borrowed
one
from
Fredrickson
,
lit
it
with
a
stagey
sweep
of
his
match
,
and
went
on
.
"
I
'll
admit
I
was
confused
by
his
actions
at
first
.
That
window-breaking
--
Lord
,
I
thought
,
here
's
a
man
that
seems
to
actually
want
to
stay
in
this
hospital
,
stick
with
his
buddies
and
all
that
sort
of
thing
,
until
I
realized
that
McMurphy
was
doing
it
because
he
did
n't
want
to
lose
a
good
thing
.
He
's
making
the
most
of
his
time
in
here
.
Do
n't
ever
be
misled
by
his
back-woodsy
ways
;
he
's
a
very
sharp
operator
,
level-headed
as
they
come
.
You
watch
;
everything
he
's
done
was
done
with
reason
.
"
Billy
was
n't
about
to
give
in
so
easy
.
"
Yeah
.
What
about
him
teaching
me
to
d-dance
?
"
He
was
clenching
his
fists
at
his
side
;
and
on
the
backs
of
his
hands
I
saw
that
the
cigarette
burns
had
all
but
healed
,
and
in
their
place
were
tattoos
he
'd
drawn
by
licking
an
indelible
pencil
.
"
What
about
that
,
Harding
?
Where
is
he
making
muh-muh-money
out
of
teaching
me
to
dance
?
"
"
Do
n't
get
upset
,
William
,
"
Harding
said
.
"
But
do
n't
get
impatient
,
either
.
Let
's
just
sit
easy
and
wait
--
and
see
how
he
works
it
.
"
It
seemed
like
Billy
and
I
were
the
only
two
left
who
believed
in
McMurphy
.
And
that
very
night
Billy
swung
over
to
Harding
's
way
of
looking
at
things
when
McMurphy
came
back
from
making
another
phone
call
and
told
Billy
that
the
date
with
Candy
was
on
for
certain
and
added
,
writing
an
address
down
for
him
,
that
it
might
be
a
good
idea
to
send
her
a
little
bread
for
the
trip
.
"
Bread
?
Muh-money
?
How
muh-muh-much
?
"
He
looked
over
to
where
Harding
was
grinning
at
him
.
"
Oh
,
you
know
,
man
--
maybe
ten
bucks
for
her
and
ten
--
"
