"This guy keeps talking about freedom."
"Freedom? What?"
"No idea. The doctor just said that he's been talking about freedom non-stop since he got entered in here."
"I don't get it."
"Me neither."
"Well... what do you suppose he means?"
"Means?"
"You know, there's got to be some kind of reason he's been saying it."
"Saying 'freedom'? I really can't think of any reason he would."
"Well, neither can I, but maybe we should imagine we were in his place."
"What, crazy?"
"Yeah, yeah, funny, but seriously."
"Why are you gettin' all weird on me?"
"I'm not, I'm not. I just think this is interesting."
"Interesting? Maybe you should be the one locked up in there."
"But don't you ever think about it?"
"Think? What's there to think about?"
"Everything. Freedom. Think about how powerful a term that is."
"Yes, words sure are powerful."
"No, you don't understand. Wars have been fought for the sole purpose of gaining, or taking away, freedom. Do you get it? Human lives have been destroyed for that idea. Doesn't that seem important to you?"
"No, what seems important to me is making it through this day without some nut job like you going psycho on me."
"I'm not crazy, just listen..."
"No, you listen! I'm sick of putting up with your crap. This guy was probably just a little up tight about getting sent here and wants to go home. That's it. End of story."
"But..."
"No! It's over. Now I'm getting back to work."
"But what about your freedom!"