Dr. Goldberg: So, why are you here, Dick?
Dick: Oh, you know, just a checkup. I thought you could give my brain a quick once-over. No biggie.
Dr. Goldberg: Has something been troubling you?
Dick: Nothing, nothing at all. How about you? You seem tense. Can I get you something?
Dr. Goldberg: Dick, you're holding back. Now, anything said in this room is absolutely confidential.
Dick: Really? [lays down on the couch] I don't belong on this planet. I'm an alien from another galaxy. The warranty on my brain just expired, and I'm scared to get married!
Dr. Goldberg: That's a start.