One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest

by Ken Kesey

“Hey, Billy boy, you remember that time in Seattle you and me picked up those two twitches? One of the best rolls I ever had.” Billy’s eyes bob up from his plate. He opens his mouth but can’t say a thing. McMurphy turns to Harding. “We’d never have brought it off, neither, picking them up on the spur of the moment that way, except that they’d heard tell of Billy Bibbit. Billy ‘Club’ Bibbit, he was known as in them days. Those girls were about to take off when one looked at him and says ‘Are you the renowned Billy Club Bibbit? Of the famous fourteen inches?’ And Billy ducked his head and blushed—like he’s doin’ now—and we were a shoo-in. And I remember, when we got them up to the hotel, there was this woman’s voice from over near Billy’s bed, says, ‘Mister Bibbit, I’m disappointed in you; I heard that you had four—four—for goodness sakes!”’