Charles: So, where's your happy place?
Rosa: I'm in a cabin... in the middle of nowhere. Inside it's just me and that stupid, slimy defense attorney. And I'm beating the hell out of him. I break a dining room table over his head. Then I rip off his arm and shove it where the sun don't shine. Then I reach down his throat... and shake his hand.
Terry: ...Yeah. Okay. I'm going to go ahead and schedule you for a psych eval.