In Treatment

Laura: You know what, Paul? I don't want a depressing session. I want a happy session. I came with good news, so show a little support.

Laura: (talking to Paul about agreeing to marry Andrew) You really don't understand why I said yes to him? It was because you said no to me.

Paul: In your... fantasy... How would I respond to you saying... that you are... Let's say, (using air quotes) 'in love with me'? Laura: First of all, take the quotation marks off the 'in love with me.' It's insulting. And stop with the fantasy talk, because fantasies are for silly little girls. You know, we're talking about reality, which is that I'm in love with you.

Paul: I don't think there's anything beneath our dignity if it takes us someplace our dignity refuses to go.

Paul: Perhaps I'm an alternative to everything that Andrew represents... Dependency, anxiety. But I am not a realistic option for you. This is a safe place where you can come, like David at the beach. Laura: Yes, but with one big difference. Paul: What's that? Laura: I don't want you to adopt me, I want you to fuck me.

Laura: You know what thought of you the first time I saw you? Paul: What? Laura: I thought you looked like a dead man. I thought... beneath that professional exterior is a man who stopped living. I wanted to take your heart in my hands and just pump life into it.

(talking about a new mother) Laura: She said her wildest sexual fantasy was to sleep four hours straight. Paul: Does that scare you a little? Laura: Oh my God. I'd die if I turned into a lousy lay. You know, someone who gets fucked in her sleep and can't even remember.

(talking about a new mother and the past relation with her fiancee) Laura: And at one point she took her boob out of the baby's mouth and squeezed it, and some milk squirted out. And I look over to Andrew and he has this admiring smile on his face, you know, like he was looking at some masterpiece in a museum. Like the Madonna. Paul: What do you think he saw? Maybe an image of you and he together in the future, maybe? Laura: Or maybe he just misses her tits. No, not really, they're not that nice.

Paul: So... so you'll be a summer bride. Laura: Evidently so. Paul: Well. Congratulations. Laura: Thank you. So, are you happy for us? Paul: Is that important to you? Laura: Well, if you're going to be a guest at our wedding you'd better be happy for us.