“It’s called a casting couch, big boy, and I don’t have to tell you what it’s for. Do I get the part, or do I get the part?”
Dr. Kronsky abandoned his “standing therapy” with great reluctance.
“Because you’re a lousy lay, that’s why.”
“It’s kind of like a singing telegram except you get to fuck me.”
“Your office doesn’t speak, Dr. Kronsky. This sofa will allow it to speak.”
“ ‘If the chair goes I go with it’? Funny, I was thinking the same damn thing.”
“Harold, you’ve been here so long you’re like part of the furniture. Which is why we’re remodeling.”
“From now on, if you want to sit on your ass and doodle, my ass will be only six inches away.”
“Yes, I’m a whore who brings her own couch. That’s because I’m a whore who knows the value of responsible office sanitation.”
“And if your caseload drops below six patients a week, you lose the chair. Frankly, Harold, it’s time for you to put on your big girl panties and make this office an event.”
