Patch Adams
[ Man ]
All of life is a coming home.
Salesmen, secretaries, coal miners,
beekeepers, sword swallowers--
all of us.
All the restless hearts
of the world...
all trying
to find a way home.
It's hard to describe
what I felt like then.
Picture yourself walking
for days in a driving snow.
You don't even know
you're walking in circles--
the heaviness of your legs
in the drifts;
your shouts
disappearing into the wind.
How small you can feel.
How far away home can be.
Home.
The dictionary defines it
as both a place of origin...
and a goal or destination.
And the storm ?
The storm was all in my mind.
Or, as the poet Dante put it...
"In the middle of the journey of my life
I found myself in a dark wood...
for I had lost
the right path."
Eventually I would find
the right path...
but in the most unlikely place.
How many fingers
do you see ?
You crazy--
Stop sneakin' up on me like that.
How many ?
- Four.
- Four ?
Four ?
[ Grumbles ]
Another idiot.
You gon' love it here.
Got a new one, Jane.
Hunter Adams.
Self-committed. Suicidal.
Slate him with Dr. Prack.
[ Jane ]
All right.
Hey, Rudy !
What's the word, my man ?
He ain't left that bed in three weeks.
He won't give you any trouble.
He needs another bedpan. They're in
the closet. Wake-up is 7:00 a.m.
Excuse me.
Is there any way
I could have my own room ?
Oh, absolutely.
Just call the concierge and ask
for a suite overlooking the fountain.
No, l-l prefer
the cabana room.
- [ Snickers ]
- Get some sleep.
[ Door Locks ]
Hi.
Hi.
You're, um...
you're a lot... fuzzier
than my last roommate.
Oh. Yeah.
Keeps me warm.
Aaaah !
- What's wrong ?
- Get 'em away !
- Get what away ?
- Get 'em-- Get 'em away !
- Okay, I'm gonna have to--
- You traitor !
You brought 'em with you
when you opened the door !
- Who ?
- [ Whimpering ]
We need help in here !
Somebody !
[ Screaming, Shouting ]
- All right.
- No ! No ! No !
They'll get me ! Don't take me down !
They'll get me ! No !
Don't let the squirrels get me !
Please !
Don't let the squirrels get me !
- Aaah ! [ Sobbing ]
That was a squirrel bite !
[ Whimpering ]
[ Whispers ]
Squirrels.
[ Adams ]
My father died when I was nine.
He was in the army.
He wasn't home very much.
he told me that
in the Korean War...
it felt like
he'd lost his soul.
All this time
I thought it was me.
in the last year.
I've, uh, had several jobs.
Nothing seemed to fit.
I don't seem to fit.
And when your father died,
how did that make you feel ?
I don't know.
I was nine.
It was like there was
this distinction, suddenly...
between you
and the rest of the world.
Life went on
just like it did before.
But it wasn't
like it was before.
My uncle helped.
He would visit.
He at least listened.
And I thought...
if I could light my own farts I could
fly to the moon, or at least Uranus.
But if I couldn't do that at least
I could use my penis as a pogo stick...
and that might be a way
of getting around.
I'm sorry ?
Yes, that's good.
Mm-hmm.
Well, I think you're making
fine progress, Hunter.
We'll talk later in group.
Thank you.
[ Patients Muttering,
Whimpering ]
Four. Four ? Four !
Ohh ! Four ! Ohh !
You are all insane !
Insane ! Four !
Arthur Mendelson.
Brand Beaton Industries.
Guy was one of the most
innovative minds of our time.
Look at him now.
He can't even count the windows.
[ Mutters ]
God. What happened to him ?
Why is he here ?
Self-committed. Genius syndrome.
Howard Hughes-type sh*t.
Constantly digging into the
creative potential of the human mind.
I guess he dug too deep.
This is real wood.
Rowff !
[ Humming ]
W-Why are we meeting in here ?
It's cramped.
Well, Everton, we're meeting in here
so that Rudy can participate.
- It's cramped.
- Does anyone else
have a thought on that ?
- Cramped !
- I think he has a question.
Do you find that funny, Hunter,
making fun of a man's infirmity ?
Maybe he does have a question.
He's alive.
- He's catatonic.
- Well, he still has a brain.
- Maybe he wants to participate too.
- [ Rudy ] Yeah.
Maybe he has a question.
Yeah, maybe.
Maybe he knows why we're cramped !
[ Laughing ]
than we give him credit for.
Excuse me. Beany ?
Which way is heaven ?
- [ Loud Laughter ]
- That's correct !
That'll be enough, Hunter.
Beany, how much taller
is Wilt Chamberlain than you ?
- Right.
Where's the ceiling ?
- That's enough. Stop it.
Where do the birds fly, Beany ?
How do you say hello to Hitler ?
Beany, how does Hitler say hello ?
[ Adams ] How do you check
Who would win a staring contest ?
Beany !
Who-- Who farted ?
Beany !
- Who likes to masturbate ?
- [ All ] Yea !
- [ Laughter, Shouting ]
- I do ! I do !
[ Adams ] Hey, Beany, how does an
one-armed referee say "field goal" ?
[ Everton ]
Ha ha ! Hey, Beany !
Ciao, Beany !
Arigato, Beany !
[ Rudy ]
Bye, Beany.
It was a really good session,
I thought.
[ Adams ]
May I come in ?
If you bend your medial
collateral ligaments...
and place one talus
in front of another...
I don't see where
you'd have a problem.
Of course, if there were a news story
covering this event...
The fingers.
What's the answer ?
Oh, you're another one of
who always know the right answer,
is that it ?
Welcome to real life.
How many do you see ?
- There are four fingers, Arthur.
- No, no, no. Look at me.
What ?
Y-You're focusing
on the problem.
If you focus on the problem,
you can't see the solution.
Never focus on the problem.
Look at me !
How many do you see ?
No, look beyond the fingers.
How many do you see ?
Eight.
Eight. Eight.
Yes ! Yes !
Eight's a good answer.
Yes.
See what no one else sees.
See what everyone else
chooses not to see...
out of fear
and conformity and laziness.
each day.
Ah, the truth is,
you're well on the way.
If you didn't
see something here...
besides a crazy,
bitter old man...
you wouldn't have come
in the first place.
What do you see
when you look at me, Arthur ?
You fixed my cup.
I'll see you around...
Patch.
[ Squeaking ]
- Rudy, stop.
You're throwing off
my rhythm.
You'll go blind.
- Please.
- I have to go to the bathroom.
Then go. It's right over there,
- I would, but--
- But what ? The squirrels ?
- How many ?
- There's only one just now.
You can't go to the bathroom
because of one squirrel ?
If I get off the bed,
he'll get the others.
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