Francis MacMillan:
You don't trust me, do you?
Claudia Draper:
[scoffs]
Are you crazy? Oh, I'm sorry. That's YOUR question, isn't it?
Francis MacMillan:
Well, have I ever done anything to harm you?
Claudia Draper:
I don't believe this. You're trying to put me away.
Francis MacMillan:
You don't believe that I have no personal motive, that I'm just simply doing my job?
Claudia Draper:
Your job is to "get" me. Your job is to put me in a hospital. Now, I don't know, maybe I'm dumb, but I take that personally!
Francis MacMillan:
You also believe that Dr. Morrison is acting out of personal motive, too, don't you?
Claudia Draper:
No, I don't. I'm sure he believes what he believes. He thinks whores are girls who hang out on 8th Avenue and stick needles in their arms. Whores aren't nice white girls from nice white homes. He knows that as sure as he knows his wife is home cleaning the oven.
[to Dr. Morrison]
Claudia Draper:
Isn't that right, Herbie?
Claudia Draper:
But what if he's wrong? What if his wife is out balling the insurance salesman? What if he doesn't know his ass from his elbow? What if he's just an asshole with the power to lock me up? What if that's all he is? An asshole with power.
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05/03/2025 alle ore 09:36