Mary: When I was five, I wanted a piano just like this, but my mother wouldn't get it for me.
Dick: Here's another one, Mary.
Mary: Oh, my God! Do you know what this is?
Dick: Yeah, it's the novel that your professor wrote while you were having an affair with him in college.
Mary: How did you know that?
Dick: And here is a flowing black wig. Your camp counselor wouldn't let you play Maria in West Side Story, but I will.
Mary: I never told you any of these things.
Dick: But you told your therapist, who is now my therapist.
Mary: You're seeing my therapist?
Dick: Yeah. You betcha.
Mary: And she told you all of this?
Dick: Oh, of course not. Mary, that would be completely unethical. I looked at your files while she went to the bathroom.