“High high in the hills , high in a pine tree bed.She's tracing the wind with that old hand, counting the clouds with that old chant,Three geese in a flockone flew eastone flew westone flew over the cuckoo's nest”

“One flew east, one flew west, one flew over the cuckoo's nest.”

“They're out there...One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest”

“They're out there. First line of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest.”

“- he's finished with that; it's like an old clock that won't tell time but won't stop neither, with the hands bent out of shape and the face bare of numbers and the alarm bell rusted silent, an old worthless clock that just keeps ticking and cuckooing without meaning nothing.”

“People don't want other people to get high, because if you get high, you might see the falsity of the fabric of the society we live in.”

“They are in contact on a high-voltage wavelength of hate...”