Mental

Mimi: I don't understand. It was all taken care of. Craig went to a psychiatrist who referred him to a surgeon, Dr. Avidan. Why is he back up in the psych ward? Veronica: Mimi, you say you know what's best for your husband and if that's true… Mimi: Of course it's true. He needs to have the surgery. Veronica: Well unfortunately we're not convinced. Mimi: We? You're not the ones who have to live with him. He twitches. He screams out "dirty whore." He refuses to take me anyplace because of all the germs in public places. He carries a bottle of disinfectant with him at all times, even in bed. He sprays me with it. Last week he put a plastic bag over our cat. She nearly died. Veronica: I'm very sorry. Mimi: Look I'm just trying to save my marriage.

Chloe: The irony is behavior, is our specialty. We should be better at this than anyone else. Why can't we sustain a relationship? Arturo: Wait a minute, you and… Chloe: Yeah I got a Dear Chloe e-mail.

Chloe: Not your day. Arturo: Not my year. Chloe: Maybe it's time your technique or the fact that you're a misogynistic pig. Arturo: Maybe if you've ever had a relationship with a man you would have something to offer here.

Jack: So how long have you been in Wharton? Zan: (indifferent) Longer than you have. Jack: Geez, I'm just making conversation. Zan: To what end? You think your charm, your personality, your, uh, your your handsomeness is going to win me over after what you did? Jack: (serious) I have charm and personality and handsomeness? Zan: (embarrassed) Excuse me.