Arthur Ripley

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You told Walcott l cheated. l know you did it. Just tell me why. Look, cut the crap, Hunter. l live with you. l know how much you study, or don't study. And you do better than me ? Give me a break. You arrogant, pompous prick ! Who appointed you custodian of the medical profession ? ls it because your father and his father was a doctor, some sort of genetic thing ? - You're damn right. - Really ? l grew up with it. l know what it takes to look in the eyes of dying people day after day... and come home for dinner at night. - l know what it takes. You don't have it. - Oh, really. And you do ? lf you don't like me, just say it. l don't like you ! Why don't you like me ? You're a prick, and l like you. Because you make my effort a joke ! l want to be a doctor ! This isn't a game to me ! This isn't playtime ! This is serious business ! l have it in me to be a great doctor... but in order to do that l have to sacrifice if l want to be better. ''Better.'' Better than me, hmm ? [ Sighs ] l will save lives that could have otherwise not been saved. Now, l could be like you and go around Iaughing and have a good time, ha ha, but l prefer to learn, because the more l learn, the more likely l will have the right answer at the crucial moment and save a life. And you say l'm a prick ? You say l'm a prick ? You know, maybe l am, but you ask the average person, when death comes knocking at their door... whether they want a prick on their side or some kindergarten teacher... who's gonna kiss their ass ! Because when that day comes l want the prick... and so will you. You know, l forget how young you are, Mitch... that you think you have to be a prick to get things done... and that you actually think that that's a new idea. [ Sighs ] [ Pen Falls To Desk ]