In Treatment

Mia: Lawyers are the worst in bed because they always have to be on top, you know? And Bennett's penis is the size of a pen cap. No, an almond... erect. And who wants to fuck a little nut, right?

Mia: (describing the sex she had with the guitar player) We changed positions constantly. I mean, thank goodness I go to the gym a lot. It was like the sex Olympics with the pommel horse and the handstands, straddle splits, stuck landing. Paul: Well, that sounds like quite a performance.

Paul: So in one weekend you found two men who were better than Bennett? Mia: Yeah, I was trying to fuck that man out of me forever.

Paul: So do you feel that I'm judging you? Mia: Why don't you just say it, Paul? Paul: What? Mia: That I fucked two strangers and that it was immature! That it was self-destructive. Paul: And that's what you want to hear? Mia: Shut up. Just talk like a person.

Paul: I mean, when you have an affair with a married man, he has secrets with you. Secrets with you instead of his wife. He's closer to you because you're his favorite. It's kind of similar in a way to what you were doing this morning. I mean, instead of sitting on the couch, you wanted to have breakfast in the kitchen with me, together, so that you'd feel different from my other patients. Special.

Paul: Do you think it's possible that to separate from your father is to risk being entirely alone? But to stay with him is to be uncomfortably close? Mia: Why are you doing this? My dad is all I have.

Mia: This is like antitherapy. I walk in here feeling great, I'm gonna leave feeling like crap.