Did you like my tribute?

Edmund

Don't you worry. I'm coming for you.

Mildred

May God have mercy on you. Cause I ain’t gonna.

Wilburn

I don’t feel quite free from the past the way you might.

Mildred

All I was guilty of, was showing these men mercy when no one else would.

Mildred

You’ve given me more life than I ever deserved.

Edmund

I don’t tolerate fornication in my hotel, especially when it’s out of wedlock.

Louise

If I tell you, they will make me go away again and I don’t want to go away.

Charlotte

I sent a man to do what was clearly a woman’s job.

Lenore

Governor in some cases, the way to show strength is actually to show mercy.

Gwendolyn

He wasn’t born a monster. Somebody turned him into one.

Mildred

I believe there are some things that are worse to feel than simply feeling nothing.

Mildred

Ratched Quotes

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.

Clerk: Here's that map you asked for, ma'am.
Mildred: Thank you.
Clerk: May I ask why you're headed to Lucia?
Mildred: That seems like a rather personal question now, doesn't it?
Clerk: Sorry.
Mildred: Clearly, your tumescence has distracted you, sir. I recall asking for today's local paper.
Clerk: Oh, sorry. Here you go. Yeah, it's big news around here. Everybody's up in arms. A fella cuts up a bunch of priests and they ship him up to Lucia. Hey, that's where you're headed. You're not some sort of journalist, or something, are you?
Mildred: You should bathe more often. Your finger nails are filthy.