Dr. Goldberg: [a psychiatrist is seeing Dick, who has just had his first dream causing him to doubt his sanity] Anything said in this room is absolutely confidential.
Dr. Dick Solomon: Really?
[He jumps on the couch and begins shouting]
Dr. Dick Solomon: I don't belong on this planet. I'm an alien from another galaxy. The warranty on my brain just expired, and I'm scared to get married.
Dr. Goldberg: That's a start.
[later]
Dr. Goldberg: The hour's up, we have to end this session.
Dr. Dick Solomon: So, I'm all better?
Dr. Goldberg: Well, I don't deal in a world of "better". I don't speak that language. But, no, you're not even close to "better".