Whiplash

The Knick 2×5

& Dr. Thackery: In the last century, neurologists have revolutionized our understanding of the human brain. Using electric currents, they discovered that precise points of the brain can be stimulated to reveal their specific functions.....

& Dr. Thackery: Electricity can also affect our emotions. I will now demonstrate.....

& Dr. Thackery: Other than discharging electricity, this device, a rheoscope, can detect it. Using it, I hope to identify the region of Mr. Carton’s brain that is stimulated by the morphine.....

& Harriet: I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. You beg 20 cents off one of the nuns, walk if you can to the pharmacy. Ask the man there to sell you a bottle of cannabis indica. Cannabis indica. I’ll write it down for you so you remember—
    Nun: Why not some hashish, too, while she’s at it?

& Harriet: At the very least, give the poor girl leave to fetch a couple aspirin.
    Nun: Aspirin will not cure God’s will. It’s the curse of Eve.
    Harriet: The curse of Eve is to bring forth children in pain, not to suffer menstrual cramps.
    Nun: Much the same thing.

& Bertie: Dr. Zinberg is the kind of man who wears both suspenders and a belt, if you take my meaning. He would never approve a procedure that hadn’t passed years of rigorous laboratory experimentation and peer review. I have to say I feel like it’s because he’s a Jew. I believe being a universally despised race has stiffened their resolve to never act rashly and risk being thought a failure in the eyes of a hostile world.

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& Dr. Edwards: Some months ago, I read a paper coauthored by Pierre Curie on the treatment of malignant tumors using radium and other radioactive substances...

& Bertie: Dad, I’ve been studying a paper that was published this past year in Paris about radium and the treatment of cancer. It’s largely untested...
    Dr. Chickering Sr.: Do it.

& Henry: Now is not the time to be timid. We should sell at auction every last rusty bucket and put the money into new technologies. ... Let me remind you what Baron Rothschild said. The time to invest is when there’s blood running in the streets.

& Henry: I think the Corton Clos Du Roi ’93 with the meat... Then the Meursault-Perrieres ’87 with the fish and... Veuve Clicquot Yellow Label ’93 with dessert.

& Lucy: What is it?
    Henry: Oh. The latest thing. Something I brought back from San Francisco. Equal parts vermouth and Old Toms gin. It’s called a Martinez.
    Lucy: Well, it tastes like cherry-flavored kerosene.
    Henry: You possess a very discerning palate, Lucy.

& Henry: Do you know the history of this type of cocktail glass?.. Well, it’s modeled after the glass from which the Greek gods drank ambrosia, which is said to have been molded originally from the actual breast of Aphrodite, goddess of love. You see that little indentation between the bowl and the stem? The explanation for that is on account of the old girl’s nipple.

& Henry: You’re a practicing nurse. Are you by any chance acquainted with a phenomenon called whiplash? Because I believe I’m suffering from it right now.

& D. W. Garrison Carr: .... The story of the Negro in America... is the story of America.

& Mrs. Chickering: How did you come to learn Polish?
    Genevieve: It’s my parents’ native tongue. I spoke it growing up.
    Mrs. Chickering: Your parents are Polish?
    Genevieve: Mm, Galician Jews.
    Dr. Chickering Sr.: Oh.
    Genevieve: I hope that doesn’t present a problem. After all, your savior was also a Jew.
    Dr. Chickering Sr.: There’s some debate about that.
    Genevieve: No, he was a Jew, all right. You know how you can tell? His mother thought he was a god and he thought she was a virgin.

& Mrs. Chickering: You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen quite such a large handbag.
    Genevieve: Well, tool of the trade. «Allzeit bereit,» as the Germans say. «Always prepared.»

& Lucy: Whiplash. An injury caused by a sudden strain to the muscles of the neck.

& Dr. Thackery: Gentlemen... the source of addiction.

& Dr. Gallinger: Your name is Moishe? You’re a Yid?
    Moishe: Uh, yes, sir.
    Dr. Gallinger: Very good. Remove your trousers and hop up on the table.

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