Monologues from patch adams

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. Corinne Fisher : When can I open my eyes? Hunter Patch Adams : As soon as I open mine. Hunter Patch Adams : Sir, I want to be a doctor will all my heart.

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. 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 : I'm really starting to love the back of your head.

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. Hunter Patch Adams : 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. Hunter Patch Adams : [while in group session] Beanie Trevor Beene : [who is in a catatonic state, keeps his arm raise, pointing upwards].

Dean Walcott Hunter Patch Adams : 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. Hunter Patch Adams : [imitating a skeleton] I have a boner. Wait, I am a boner. Arthur Mendelson : [Mr.

Mendelson's attorney is expressing concern over him using his land for Patch's free medical clinic] You learn anything about proctology yet? Hunter Patch Adams : A little. Arthur Mendelson : Good, take care of this asshole for me, will you? Hunter Patch Adams : [Patch is trying to convince Rudy not to be afraid of squirrels] What could they want?

Your nuts? Joletta : [Joletta has just met Patch] Look here, Judy, another future boss. Hunter Patch Adams : Oh, I wouldn't look at it like that. Joletta : 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.

Hunter Patch Adams : Who likes to masturbate? 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. Hunter Patch Adams : You don't understand, I'm leaving. Prack : Hunter, if you leave my records will say AMA, you left against medical advice. And my name is Patch. Hunter Patch Adams : Ye of little faith. Hunter Patch Adams : [to Carin] I love you not knowing how, why, or even from where.

I know you did it. Just tell me why. Mitch Roman : Look, cut the crap, Hunter. I live with you. I know how much you study, or don't study. And you do better than me? Give me a break. Hunter Patch Adams : You arrogant, pompous prick! Who appointed you custodian of the medical profession? Whether he was making you pee your pants laughing or making you cry a river of tears, Mr. Williams always had his viewers at the edge of their seats.

His unpredictable nature made his time here unforgettable for his fans around the globe. He had the power to make us feel, even though many of us never knew him personally. Here is a list of five of Robin's monologues that made us feel all of the emotions. And every person who comes to the ranch is also a doctor.

Every person who comes to the ranch is in need of some form of physical or mental help. They are patients. That makes them doctors. I use that term broadly gentlemen but is not a doctor someone who helps someone else?

At what point in history did a doctor become something more than a trusted and learned friend who visited and treated the ill? Well if this means opening your door to those in need, those in pain, caring for them, listening to them, applying a cold cloth until a fever breaks, if this is practising medicine, if this is treating a patient, then I am guilty as charged sir.

What are we so mortally afraid of? Death is not the enemy gentlemen. Transference is inevitable sir. Every human being has an impact on another. Now here today, this room is full of medical students. Always live in awe of the glorious mechanism of the human body. Start your interviewing skills now. Start talking to strangers, talk to your friends, talk to wrong numbers, talk to everyone.

And cultivate friendship with those amazing people in the back of the room — nurses. They can teach you. They have a wealth of knowledge to share with you. And so do the professors you respect, the ones that are not dead from the heart up. Share their compassion. Let that be contagious. I wanted to become a doctor so I could serve others. This is what I want to do with my life. And, as God is my witness, no matter what you decide today sir, I will still become the best damn doctor the world has ever seen.

Doubtfire, two months ago, my mom and dad decided to separate. Now they live in different houses. My brother Andrew says that we aren't to be a family anymore. Is this true? Did I lose my family? Is there anything I can do to get my parents back together? Sincerely, Katie McCormick. You know, some parents, when they're angry, they get along much better when they don't live together. They don't fight all the time, and they can become better people, and much better mummies and daddies for you.

And sometimes they get back together. And sometimes they don't, dear. And if they don't, don't blame yourself. Just because they don't love each other anymore, doesn't mean that they don't love you.

There are all sorts of different families, Katie. Some families have one mommy, some families have one daddy or two families. And some children live with their uncle or aunt.

Some live with their grandparents, and some children live with foster parents. And some live in separate homes, in separate neighborhoods, in different areas of the country - and they may not see each other for days, or weeks, months But if there's love, dear All my love to you, poppet, you're going to be all right You've never been out of Boston.

So if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo, you know a lot about him.

Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientations, the whole works, right? But I'll bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling; seen that. If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus about your personal favorites.

You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. And I'd ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right, "once more unto the breach dear friends. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, watch him gasp his last breath looking to you for help.

I'd ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable.

Known someone that could level you with her eyes, feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you. Who could rescue you from the depths of hell.

And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her, be there forever, through anything, through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleeping sitting up in the hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes, that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause it only occurs when you've loved something more than you love yourself.

And I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. And look at you I don't see an intelligent, confident man I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine, and you ripped my fucking life apart.

You're an orphan, right? You think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Unless you want to talk about you, who you are. Then I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't want to do that do you sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief. Like my life. You know, as we come to the end of this phase of our life, we find ourselves trying to remember the good times and trying to forget the bad times, and we find ourselves thinking about the future.

We start to worry, thinking, "What am I gonna do? Where am I gonna be in ten years? Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting. And if you're ever distressed, cast your eyes to the summer sky when the stars are strung across the velvety night. And when a shooting star streaks through the blackness, turning night into day Make your life spectacular. I know I did. I made it, Mom. I'm a grown-up. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race.

And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! Every person who comes to the ranch is in need of some form of physical or mental help. They are patients. That makes them doctors. I use that term broadly gentlemen but is not a doctor someone who helps someone else?

At what point in history did a doctor become something more than a trusted and learned friend who visited and treated the ill? Well if this means opening your door to those in need, those in pain, caring for them, listening to them, applying a cold cloth until a fever breaks, if this is practising medicine, if this is treating a patient, then I am guilty as charged sir.

What are we so mortally afraid of? Death is not the enemy gentlemen. Transference is inevitable sir. Every human being has an impact on another. Now here today, this room is full of medical students. Always live in awe of the glorious mechanism of the human body. Start your interviewing skills now. Start talking to strangers, talk to your friends, talk to wrong numbers, talk to everyone.

And cultivate friendship with those amazing people in the back of the room — nurses. They can teach you.