In Treatment

Paul: Practicing this way, I may never know whether I help people or not. It's not like I'm trying to get them to pass their driving test or do better on their SATs or something. The only measure I have of whether I'm helping somebody or not is how my patients feel about it. And how their lives go on from there.

Gina: You began the week questioning your value as a therapist, and you're ending it questioning mine.

Gina: I think I've come to represent everything you struggle with in your work. Emotional restraint, delayed gratification, not indulging your love or your desire for a patient. You've made me your boundary cop. The mentor who's prevented you from having anything you ever wanted.

Paul: Some days I just sit there in the room with a patient and I feel like... I don't know. I feel like we're two mice with our legs caught in a glue trap. Gina: Oh, God. Paul: It's a horrible feeling. Maybe it's the chair. I hate that fucking chair.