Edmund Drummond:
So at 9:15 this morning I rang for my nurse...
Bock:
Rang for your nurse?
Edmund Drummond:
To ensure one full hour of uninterrupted privacy.
Bock:
Good.
Herbert Bock:
I mean, where do you train your nurses, Mrs. Christie - Dachau?
Herbert Bock:
Now what in hell am I going to tell this boy Schaefer's parents? That a substitute nurse assassinated him because she couldn't tell the doctors from the patients on the floor?
Herbert Bock:
We've established the most enormous medical entity ever conceived... and people are sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal nothing!
Herbert Bock:
You know, when I say impotent, I don't mean merely limp. When I say impotent, I mean I've lost even my desire to work. That's a hell of a lot more primal passion than sex. I've lost my reason for being... my purpose. The only thing I ever truly loved.
Edmund Drummond:
I am the fool for Christ, and Paraclete of Caborca.
Barbara:
I have a thing about middle-aged men.
Bock:
I admire your candor.
Barbara:
You've been admiring a lot more than that.
Barbara:
It's hard for me to take your despair very seriously, Doctor. You obviously enjoy it so much.
Herbert Bock:
It is all rubbish isn't it. I mean... transplants, anti-bodies, we can produce birth ectogenetically, we can clone people like carrots, and half the kids in this ghetto haven't been inoculated for polio. We have established an enormous medical entity and we're sicker than ever. We cure nothing! We heal, nothing! The whole goddamn wretched world, strangulating in front of our eyes.
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