Malcolm: What is wrong with these guys? They're just like zombies.
Nurse Peterson: It's the medication that makes them that way. Except for Kowalski. I mean, he came to us like that.
Malcolm: Look, I don't think you should be giving them so much. I was reading to Donaldson for a half an hour, then a bee crawled out of his nose.
Nurse Peterson: Believe me, it's better for everyone to keep these men as calm as possible.

Malcolm: Nurse Peterson, you'll be interested to know I took everyone's tranquilizers and flushed them down the toilet.
Nurse Peterson: What?
Malcolm: I came here to help because I owe someone something. A soldier like these men. I didn't come here to stand by and do nothing while you crush their spirits with chemicals. He deserved better, and they deserve better.
Nurse Peterson: What the hell is wrong with you? You can't take these men off their sedatives. [crashing sound] Oh, my God. Security!
Malcolm: Guys, please calm down. Guys! You've got to stop. Come on, come on! You have to- [Malcolm is hit by a chair]

Reese: Let me go, please! Come on. How was I supposed to know it was your god? It looked like a monkey man! You're gonna regret this! If my husband finds out, he'll make you pay. Then you'll really be sorry. Mom?
Lois: Thank you so much. There you are. What in the name of God were you thinking?! Look at you. You are filthy. Your nails are a disgrace. You've been tomb robbing! Well, the fun stops now, young man! Oh, you are in so much trouble!