Mildred: Excuse me. You're eating my peach. Bucket: I haven't eaten anything. Mildred: Alright, you're holding my peach. Bucket: So? Mildred: So, it's mine. The peach, in your hand. Bucket: I don't see your name on it. Mildred: And who would do that? Bucket: Do what? Mildred: Put their name on a peach. Bucket: Somebody who really wanted it. Mildred: And how would someone go about such a thing. Bucket: I don't know, felt tip? Mildred: No one has ever put their name on a peach with a felt tip.
Bucket: Where did you get this? Mildred: You must be the head nurse. Mildred Ratched. Bucket: I didn't ask what your name was. Where did you get the letter? Mildred: Why, it was sent to me. Bucket: That's where I'm confused because there is no one in his office, except for Dr. Hanover and myself. I didn't send that, and I can assure you, that isn't Dr. Hanover's signature. Mildred: I have come quit a long way, and would just like to speak with him. Bucket: Dr. Hanover is out of the office until later this afternoon. If you'd like to leave a number... Mildred: If you don't mind, I'd prefer to wait here. Bucket: He'll be gone some time. Mildred: You just said he'd be back in the afternoon. Bucket: It could be longer. Mildred: Then it could be shorter by your own logic. I truly don't mind waiting. I have nowhere else to be. Bucket: Very well.