In Treatment

Paul: OK, I just want you to know that you don't have to apologize for anything in here. Anything that you say, you can't... You can't offend me. April: I can't? Paul: Well, of course you can, but... I can take it. What I mean is you don't have to censor yourself to spare my feelings.

April: (talking to Paul about the other therapist Jennifer) Oh my God! I just told you the woman had oatmeal in her ears. She barely noticed me. I mentioned that my brother was autistic, that he took up a lot of my mother's time, and... she was like, 'That must've been hard for you. Do you think you're angry at your brother?' And I was like, 'I love my brother, but I could throw you off a bridge right now, bitch.'

Paul: It may seem to you like I'm a bit slow on the uptake, but I really have been listening. And I think I know a little bit more now about... what's important to you. You've told me not to tell you things twice. Not to feed you platitudes. Not to waste your time. You've told me that you're fiercely loyal to your family and if I fail to engage you, you'll disappear on me. Even if I call you 87 times. April: It wasn't really 87 times.

April: (to Paul) I have a big mass. Behind my spine. Don't ever get a bone marrow biopsy, okay? Just tell them to find another way.

April: The other morning I was walking to school, and this guy yells out, 'Hey, dollface, smile, will you? It's a beautiful morning.' And I shouted back, 'I have cancer!' It was awesome... Not really.