“I wish I had that rifle so….”

“So you could kill yourself! I knew it!”

“Um, no. You’re the therapist. You’re supposed to listen to me. I want it to relive those memories.”

“Yeah. Relive those horrifying days in the ghetto!”

“Um, I was never born nor raised in the ghetto. I used to go hunting with my dad.”

“But you’re…never mind. Wait, you killed Bambie! Get out!”

“Um, first of all Bambie is a Disney movie and second of all, I’m paying for your help. not criticism.”

“Leave! Bambie will never forgive you! You are Satan’s step sister’s half cousin! Get out!”

“Um maybe, you should subscribe yourself medication, crazy lady.”

“Security! O my! Security guards are slower than molasses in January. I mean, what if she cut me! Better yet, I’ll cut you! O my! Did security stop for donuts?”