Dr. Katz

Dr. Katz: Do you think there's something to be gained by coming clean and telling him that I won the game by cheating? Therapist friend: I would think that honesty is probably the best policy. I think you gotta tell him. Dr. Katz: I feel much better. Therapist friend: I'm constipated.

Dr. Katz: Hi, Ben! Julie: (role-playing Ben; long, deep sigh) Hi, Dad. Dr. Katz: Son, what an incredibly sultry voice you have.

Dr. Katz: You know that game we played last night? Stanley: (role-playing Ben) Yeah. Dr. Katz: I cheated. I saw the reflection of your card in the TV. Stanley: What are you saying to me? My world is crumbling. I don't think my world will ever be the same again. I think I'm gonna kill myself.

Dr. Katz: Laura, Ben didn't call, did he? Laura: No, Dr. Katz, he did not call. Dr. Katz: Okay. Laura: Do you want me to tell you when people don't call?

Dr. Katz: Does your guy wear glasses? Ben: (pauses) No. Dr. Katz: Why did it take you so long to answer that? Ben: Because, there's a possibility he's wearing contacts.

Ben: Now I remember why I hated playing this: all these faces staring at me.