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 ]