In Treatment

Jake: Look, I have been bending over backwards far enough to stick my head up my own ass. You think that's been easy for me? I don't know what you want. If I'm worried about you, it's not good enough. If I back off, it's no good. I can't win with you. Amy: 'I worry about you. I back off. I can't win.' I, I, I, I.

Amy: My stomach aches. Jake: How convenient. Amy gets these perfectly-timed stomachaches. They're like her secret weapons. Paul: (to Amy) Would you like some tea? What does it feel like? Does it... Jake: It feels like she's having a conversation she'd rather not have.

Jake: (to Amy) I feel bad for you. And sad. I think it's sad. It's really sad that a woman whose husband breaks down before her, tells her he can't live without her goes out and fucks someone else and hurts herself so bad. I think that's sad.

Paul: (to Amy) Maybe you feel that if you degrade yourself enough... Maybe someday somebody will forgive you... For... For everything.