In Treatment

Paul: I hate my life. Every day, it hurts. I'm not getting anything from my family, so I try to get it from my patients. I know it's wrong, but who else do I have?

Paul: I need a woman. Gina: For sex? Paul: Is that what women think that men... really think that they want them just for sex? Gina: No, I was just asking you if you wanted sex. Paul: Of course I want sex. I'm not dead.

Gina: (to Paul) You say you're not getting what you need from anyone, but it's worse than that. It's as though you're a baby. You woke up from a nap and you started crying, but nobody is coming in to see what you need. And so you cry louder and you shake the bars of the crib. And still nobody comes. The only problem is your father is there. He's in the room with you, but your anger at him is so profound that you can't see him.

Gina: Paul, we both know what it's like not to be there at the end. It's something you don't get over.