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 ]
