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 ]