
Quotes from Doc Cochran
Season 1 episode 1(examining a man who's been shot in the head, but is still alive and speaking) You know there's something peculiar about this man's cerebral setup where they can just write off the forebrain as being the center of thought and speech.
Season 1 episode 2Jane: You got a dark turn o' mind. I’d rather be lucky than smart.
Season 1 episode 5Sir, I have no vaccine for the sickness the man in Room 8 didn’t have. The closest place that does, to my knowledge, is Fort Kearney. If you want a remedy for the epidemic that you have no reason to believe will break out, I would send somebody there right away.
Season 1 episode 6Doc: Bein’ as you have a gift for it, and I’m gonna
have sick people up to my hips. I was wonderin’ if you might
wanna come back to camp?
Season 1 episode 7You listen to me now, Reverend. You are goddamn exhausted and you give yourself no respite. And your seizures may owe somethin’ to that, but it also wouldn’t surprise me if you had a lesion in your goddamn head, and that’s what’s giving you the seizures and generating your chats with the goddamn divinity. No goddamn offense intended.
Season 1 episode 8Doc: When did the pain start?
Season 1 episode 9(to a drunken Jane) I been lettin’ it go, but if the idea is for you to drink more and more ‘til I say somethin’, I am hereby officially sayin’ I wish you would stop fuckin’ drinkin’. Rev: As long as He wills, this must be my part. To be afraid,
as well.
Season 1 episode 10Al: How’s Trixie’s spirits seem to you?
Season 1 episode 11Doc: (about Jewel) She wants me to brace her leg. So her
draggin’ it
doesn’t drive you crazy.
Season 1 episode 12(giving Jewel her boot – what a bedside manner!) I make this stipulation. You develop any stiffness or numbness, you report these. You do not conceal these symptoms in order to sustain your hopes for the miraculous benefits of your fuckin’ boot. (trying a prayer for the dying Reverend, in one of the most moving scenes of the series) If I was a more adaptable primate or one of your regular petitioners, I suspect I wouldn’t feel this pain. I guess I’d have a wad of cartilage covering the patella, protecting me from this discomfort. Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ, just, please, God, take that minister. What conceivable godly use is his protracted suffering to you? What conceivable godly use? What conceivable godly use was the screaming of all those men? Did you need to hear their death agonies to know your omnipotence? Mama! Mother, find my arm! Mommy! Mommy! Mommy they, they shot my leg off, it hurts so bad. It hurts so bad. Admitting my understanding’s imperfect, trusting that you have a purpose, praying that you consider it served, I beg you to relent. Thy will be done, amen.
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