Quote from Rose in One Flew Out of the Cuckoo's Nest
Blanche: Well, all right, Rose, how does it make you feel? Rose: To be honest, a little bit like Mr. Snuffles. Sophia: Blanche, would you mind? You're closer to the knife drawer. Rose: One summer, when I was a little girl, Henrietta, our pig, gave birth to a litter of six. And the next day, my father won the annual St. Olaf watermelon-seed spitting contest and he brought home a prize piglet. Blanche: Mr. Snuffles. Rose: Exactly. Sophia: You're listening? Rose: Anyway, I loved Mr. Snuffles. I watched him grow. I suffered with him. The way Henrietta's brood made him feel like such an outsider. It was an awful thing to see. Sophia: Hey, hearing it is no walk in the park. Rose: Mr. Snuffles never did get over his feeling of alienation. He grew fat and despondent. The last report we had on him, he stowed away in a truck to Chicago and tearfully surrendered himself to the Oscar Mayer people. I don't want that to happen to me, Sophia.