Where's the Dignity

The Knick 1×4

& Barrow: ...And out of respect for your grief, I’ve cut the cremation fee in half. So we’ll only be needing $5 before we release him to you.

& Dr. Thackery: Do you really have the courage to see this through? And only taking the scalpel will do?
    Dr. Edwards: ....
    Dr. Gallinger: He’ll break. He won’t want a death on his head.
    Dr. Thackery: Perhaps you’ll break first, Everett.
    Dr. Gallinger: We don’t have time for your nigger games.

& Dr. Thackery: If he dies because of your horseshit, I am going to stab you in the throat with my father’s Union Army sword.
    Dr. Edwards: Union? I would have thought Confederate.

& Majordomo: Miss Cornelia Robertson and Mr. Jacob Speight of the New York City Health Department.
    Inspector Speight: You’re a mister, mister. I’m Inspector Speight.

& Inspector Speight: If you don’t mind, I’ll not shake your hand owing to the disease and not knowing your hygiene habits.
    Cornelia: You owe Mrs. Hemming an apology!
    Inspector Speight: Miss Robertson, every human being has bowels and every one of them evacuates those bowels. It’s how God made all of us no matter who. What He didn’t guarantee is that everyone would wash their hands after doing so. It’s how the fever found its way into this house just like any other. No offense meant.

& Cornelia: Inspector!
    Inspector Speight: You want the truffles, you need the pig to get his nose a little dirty.
    Cornelia: Perhaps the pig can at least try to be less of a swine.
    Inspector Speight: I’ll do my best.

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& Showalter: The captain speaks very highly of you. Says you’re a gifted surgeon.
    Dr. Edwards: That is very generous.
    Robertson: There’s no need for modesty, Algernon. You will never meet a Negro with as much ability and ingenuity as this one.

& Dr. Edwards: I hear the jungles down there can be quite treacherous...
    Showalter: Don’t believe it. The natives are like children... docile, obedient, and they work for wages so small that even August here couldn’t quarrel with it.
    Dr. Edwards: Yeah, free labor can certainly change the equation. History has shown us that.
    Showalter: It built the pyramids.
    Dr. Edwards: Among other things.

& Mrs. Robertson: Last fall Gloria Ellis and several others took a walking tour of the poor neighborhoods. The Jewish quarter. The Tenderloin. They had to toss their shoes before getting back in their carriages because they were covered in the most disgusting sludge.
    Dr. Edwards: And in my neighborhood, we call that sludge the poor man’s shoe polish.

& Phillip: Well, San Francisco is a great city. In many ways, more progressive than New York... I shouldn’t say that too loudly in here.

& Edison: Captain, if you will, when I point to you, please speak into the horn.
    Robertson: With pleasure, Mr. Edison.

& Cornelia: San Francisco? Might as well be Neptune.

& Dr. Chickering: Atmen. I’m starting to pick some of it up. You always said Latin and Greek were the most important languages for a physician to learn. Turns out it’s actually something called Yiddish. Atmen.

& Dr. Gallinger: The orderlies have a nickname for Edwards. They’ve taken to calling him Dr. Darkie.
    Eleanor: That’s terrible.
    Dr. Gallinger: But funny.

& Cleary: This whole place is full of shames like her. All coming here hoping to Christ the stories they heard is true. Thinking that every fucking plonker who steps off the dock trips dead into a bucket of money. But then you get here and it ain’t that. And if you ain’t strong enough, this city will bugger you 18 different ways and leave you to rot. Where’s the fucking dignity?

& Cleary: Hey, you boys want to fuck away off? The sister wants to say a prayer. Give her some smart words to go on her way.

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