Ari: I came here today because I thought this was a session on how my wife could learn to communicate. How to answer a question without a question: basic Humanity 101. Which I thought, given your wall of fucking diplomas, you could easily fix. Or if you couldn't, you could give her a pill that could either fix it or make her a mute. But now to turn around and gang up on me! I have work to do! I have hundreds of clients to deal with. And just so we're clear; I don't care about any of them. They're all just a number: Like Wife number one and Therapist number seven. Good day! [Ari walks out] Mrs. Gold: You're really only our fifth
Drama: Can I ask you a question? Guy With Big Calves: Yeah, what? Drama: Are those real, or are they implants? Guy With Big Calves: What? Drama: Your calves, bro. Guy With Big Calves: What? Are you joking? Drama: Okay, keep it to yourself. But if you tell me they're real, I ain't buyin it.