Don’t psychoanalyze me. I pay a doctor for that.
Hey, you call that guy that you talk to a doctor? I mean, you don’t get suspicious when your analyst calls you at home at three in the morning and weeps into the telephone?
Alright, so he’s unorthodox. He’s a highly qualified doctor.
He’s done a great job on you, y’know. Your self esteem is like a notch below Kafka’s.