- Dr. Mark Craig: Donald told me about the diagnosis. It's a damned tough break.
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: Stiff upper lip, right?
- Dr. Mark Craig: What's this I hear about you staying?
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: Gonna work until I can't.
- Dr. Mark Craig: Are you out of your mind? Have you had your teeth cleaned lately? Dentists are wearing masks and gloves. Nobody's fooling around with this thing.
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: What am I supposed to do, fold the tent, and walk away?
- Dr. Mark Craig: Everybody you touch will have to be told.
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: My medical status is confidential.
- Dr. Mark Craig: In this place, are you kidding? When the word gets out, we'll be able to fire a cannon down the hall without hitting a patient. Bobby, I don't take any pleasure asking you to leave. I brought you up here from Duke myself. But for crying out loud. What's it been, two years? Never knew you were a fag.
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: I'm not.
- Dr. Mark Craig: It doesn't make any difference. You're still out.
- Dr. Robert Caldwell: Understand something, you little bastard. I'm the one who'll decide when it's time to leave this hospital. Not you.