Dr. Goldberg: I think we'll talk about this later, Dick. The hour's up. We have to end this session.
Dick: So, I'm all better?
Dr. Goldberg: Well, I don't deal in a world of better. I don't speak that language. But, no, you're not even close to better. Right now, I'm going to prescribe these pills. They're called placion.
Dick: Oh, will they grow my hair back?
Dr. Goldberg: No, although they do occasionally cause male lactation.
Dick: Ah.
Dr. Goldberg: They'll take the edge off, help you deal with some of your anxiety. We'll see you next week.

Tommy: So, Harry, you got any threes?
Harry: Go fish.
Tommy: How was work today, Dick?
Dick: Oh, just fine.
Sally: How'd it go with Albright?
Dick: Oh, just fine.
Harry: How would it feel to have broken glass rubbed in your eyes?
Dick: Just fine.

Sally: Dick, exactly what did this psychiatrist do to you?
Dick: Well, we chatted a bit, and he put everything in order. By the way, Sally, you're now my daughter.
Sally: I'm what? [slaps Dick] Snap out of it.
Dick: My sister. [Sally slaps Dick] My daughter. [Sally slaps Dick] My sister. [Sally slaps Dick] My daughter. [Sally slaps Dick] My sister and my daughter.

[dream sequence:]
Sally: What is the meaning of this?
Don: Uh, Sally, I... [Sally rips open Don's jacket and gasps] I should have told you. I'm a chicken.
Sally: A chicken? No. No!
Don: Si.
Sally: I could never give myself to poultry.

Sally: Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.
Tommy: What? What's wrong?
Sally: Nothing, nothing. Nothing at all. I just had a great night's sleep. No problems here.
Dick: How would you like your bass?
Sally: Uh, you know what? I got to go. Uh there's a big sale. Yeah, a sale on potatoes! Big potato sale, potato chip sale. Stop staring at me!
Dick: Mmm, bass and potato chips.
Tommy: And then there were two.