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"
Saaaaay
,
Doctor
,
what
I
been
dyin
'
to
know
is
what
did
this
dream
I
dreamt
the
other
night
mean
?
You
see
,
it
was
like
I
was
me
,
in
the
dream
,
and
then
again
kind
of
like
I
was
n't
me
--
like
I
was
somebody
else
that
looked
like
me
--
like
--
like
my
daddy
!
Yeah
,
that
's
who
it
was
.
It
was
my
daddy
because
sometimes
when
I
saw
me
--
him
--
I
saw
there
was
this
iron
bolt
through
the
jawbone
like
daddy
used
to
have
--
"
"
Your
father
has
an
iron
bolt
through
his
jawbone
?
"
"
Well
,
not
any
more
,
but
he
did
once
when
I
was
a
kid
.
He
went
around
for
about
ten
months
with
this
big
metal
bolt
going
in
here
and
coming
out
here
!
God
,
he
was
a
regular
Frankenstein
.
He
'd
been
clipped
on
the
jaw
with
a
pole
ax
when
he
got
into
some
kinda
hassle
with
this
pond
man
at
the
logging
mill
--
Hey
!
Let
me
tell
you
how
that
incident
came
about
...
.
"
Her
face
is
still
calm
,
as
though
she
had
a
cast
made
and
painted
to
just
the
look
she
wants
.
Confident
,
patient
,
and
unruffled
.
No
more
little
jerk
,
just
that
terrible
cold
face
,
a
calm
smile
stamped
out
of
red
plastic
;
a
clean
,
smooth
forehead
,
not
a
line
in
it
to
show
weakness
or
worry
;
flat
,
wide
,
painted-on
green
eyes
,
painted
on
with
an
expression
that
says
I
can
wait
,
I
might
lose
a
yard
now
and
then
but
I
can
wait
,
and
be
patient
and
calm
and
confident
,
because
I
know
there
's
no
real
losing
for
me
.
I
thought
for
a
minute
there
I
saw
her
whipped
.
Maybe
I
did
.
But
I
see
now
that
it
do
n't
make
any
difference
.
One
by
one
the
patients
are
sneaking
looks
at
her
to
see
how
she
's
taking
the
way
McMurphy
is
dominating
the
meeting
,
and
they
see
the
same
thing
.
She
's
too
big
to
be
beaten
.
She
covers
one
whole
side
of
the
room
like
a
Jap
statue
.
There
's
no
moving
her
and
no
help
against
her
.
She
's
lost
a
little
battle
here
today
,
but
it
's
a
minor
battle
in
a
big
war
that
she
's
been
winning
and
that
she
'll
go
on
winning
.
We
must
n't
let
McMurphy
get
our
hopes
up
any
different
,
lure
us
into
making
some
kind
of
dumb
play
.
She
'll
go
on
winning
,
just
like
the
Combine
,
because
she
has
all
the
power
of
the
Combine
behind
her
.
She
do
n't
lose
on
her
losses
,
but
she
wins
on
ours
.
To
beat
her
you
do
n't
have
to
whip
her
two
out
of
three
or
three
out
of
five
,
but
every
time
you
meet
.
As
soon
as
you
let
down
your
guard
,
as
soon
as
you
lose
once
,
she
's
won
for
good
.
And
eventually
we
all
got
to
lose
.
Nobody
can
help
that
Right
now
,
she
's
got
the
fog
machine
switched
on
,
and
it
's
rolling
in
so
fast
I
ca
n't
see
a
thing
but
her
face
,
rolling
in
thicker
and
thicker
,
and
I
feel
as
hopeless
and
dead
as
I
felt
happy
a
minute
ago
,
when
she
gave
that
little
jerk
--
even
more
hopeless
than
ever
before
,
on
account
of
I
know
now
there
is
no
real
help
against
her
or
her
Combine
.
McMurphy
ca
n't
help
any
more
than
I
could
.
Nobody
can
help
.
And
the
more
I
think
about
how
nothing
can
be
helped
,
the
faster
the
fog
rolls
in
.
And
I
'm
glad
when
it
gets
thick
enough
you
're
lost
in
it
and
can
let
go
,
and
be
safe
again
.
There
's
a
Monopoly
game
going
on
in
the
day
room
.
They
've
been
at
it
for
three
days
,
houses
and
hotels
everywhere
,
two
tables
pushed
together
to
take
care
of
all
the
deeds
and
stacks
of
play
money
.
McMurphy
talked
them
into
making
the
game
interesting
by
paying
a
penny
for
every
play
dollar
the
bank
issues
them
;
the
monopoly
box
is
loaded
with
change
.
"
It
's
your
roll
,
Cheswick
.
"
"
Hold
it
a
minute
before
he
rolls
.
What
's
a
man
need
to
buy
thum
hotels
?
"
