Northern Exposure

(Chris and Bernard are both dreaming of being in a truck driven by a stranger) Mysterious driver: I'm Carl Jung, and while I know a lot about the collective unconscious, I do not know how to drive!

Shelly: What were you talking about this morning? "Yoong" and, what was that other stuff? Chris: The collective unconscious. Shelly: Do they tour, or do they just cut records? … I missed something, didn't I?

Joel: Marilyn, I think we should review office procedure one more time. When I ask for a patient's chart, I don't want a map to his house.

Joel: Hey Ed, what is this, is this a track? Ed: Looks like a track. Joel: Looks fresh. You know, not that I know what a fresh track looks like, but that … that's big, whatever it is. What? What is it? What's wrong? Ed: It's a bare footprint. Joel: As in grizzly bear footprint? Ed: No, more like as in a person with no shoes on.

Bernard: Those Northern Lights are some kind of weird psychic, something? Chris: Yeah. Bernard: What causes them to do that? Chris: Well, this is just my guess, but I think that high speed electrons and protons from the sun are trapped in the van Allen radiation belt. Then they're channeled through the Polar Regions by the earth's magnetic field where they collide with other particles and create a brilliant luminosity. Bernard: What does that have to do with us? Chris: I swear man, I don't know.

Bernard: Excuse me. Joel: Yeah? Bernard: Where am I? Joel: You know, I've been asking myself that same question since I got here. I finally figured out we're somewhere between the end of the line and the middle of nowhere. Bernard: Oh, Where is that on the map?