You told Walcott I cheated. I know you did it. Just tell me why. Look, cut the crap,...

Hunter Patch Adams: You told Walcott I cheated. 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? Is it because your father and his father was a doctor, some sort of genetic thing? Mitch Roman: You're damn right. Hunter Patch Adams: Really? Mitch Roman: I grew up with it. I know what it takes to look in the eyes of dying people day after day and come home for dinner at night. I know what it takes. You don't have it. Hunter Patch Adams: Oh, really. And you do? If you don't like me, just say it. Mitch Roman: I don't like you! Hunter Patch Adams: Why don't you like me? You're a prick, and I like you. Mitch Roman: Because you make my effort a joke! I want to be a doctor! This isn't a game to me! This isn't playtime! This is serious business! I have it in me to be a great doctor but in order to do that I have to sacrifice if I want to be better. Hunter Patch Adams: "Better." Better than me, hmm? Mitch Roman: I will save lives that could have otherwise not been saved. Now, I could be like you and go around laughing and have a good time, ha ha, but I prefer to learn, because the more I learn, the more likely I will have the right answer at the crucial moment and save a life. And you say I'm a prick? You say I'm a prick? You know, maybe I 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 I want the prick! And so will you. Hunter Patch Adams: You know, I 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's a new idea.