Dr. Sheila Rydell: Of course, this isn't my field of expertise, but you're in luck. My associate, Dr. Heimlich Mueller is conducting a group session at this very moment. I'm sure he'd agree to let you join in.
Sam: Oh, actually I was kind of hoping that you could handle it.
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Oh, don't feel uneasy about Dr. Mueller. Those charges linking him to the Gestapo were grossly exaggerated.
Sam: Excuse me?
Dr. Sheila Rydell: He was merely a consultant. Actually, his technique is somewhat controversial. You'll have to go in there and proclaim your sexual disorder to the group.
Sam: You want me to say that in front of other people?
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Oh, there are only a half dozen men in there just like yourself, and of course the 20 or 30 observing nurses. Just go in there, stand up and say "l'm Sam Malone, and I no longer function as a man."
Sam: No! No, no! Wait, wait, wait. Oh, no, no, I'm... Listen, there's been a misunderstanding here. I didn't say "impotent," I said "impudent." Yeah, I'm a smart ass. See? There's nothing wrong with me, no, ma'am.
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Then the cure worked. That'll be $150. Pay the receptionist on your way out.
Sam: Oh. You- You've been you've been putting me on.
Dr. Sheila Rydell: And that was very unfair of me considering how honest you were being.