Sam Quote #1143
Quote from Sam in What's Up, Doc?
Sam: Hey, and thank you for not coming on like a psychiatrist.
Dr. Sheila Rydell: What does that mean?
Sam: Well, I know you guys always have your meter going. And I was afraid you were sitting there thinking all sorts of weird, head-shrinking things.
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Well, as a professional, you learn to keep those things to yourself.
Sam: So you were thinking those things?
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Sam, I really prefer to divorce business from pleasure.
Sam: Absolutely. No, you're right. Were they bad things?
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Sam, I really think it's a mistake to pursue this matter any further.
Sam: Oh, great. I bet you wouldn't say that if you were thinking good things. I mean, you'd probably come right out and say it if you were sitting there thinking, "Whoa, you know, this guy is really together and I'm lucky to be with him, and boy, the hair."
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Norm: Yeah, or you could try using my problem. I've always had this terrible fear of being a failure.
Carla: You are a failure.
Norm: Well, then I've licked it.
Quote from Sam
Dr. Sheila Rydell: My professional opinion of you is that your every thought, word and deed revolves around sex. You have nothing else in your life. Without constant sex, you'd probably just shrivel up into a little, dried anchovy and die.
Sam: Well, who wouldn't? I mean, that's it? No bad stuff?
Dr. Sheila Rydell: Sam, there's nothing but bad stuff. You're an aging lothario who uses sex to cover up massive insecurity, a fear of true intimacy, fear of a relationship and quite frankly, not only a fear of dying, but a fear of living, too. You're one sick cowpoke.
Sam: I resent that. You know, you were shoveling down that lobster tonight like there was no tomorrow. You know, you even ate the green stuff and this is the thanks I get?
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Carla: Sam.
Sam: Yeah?
Carla: Mr. Cool, I hate to burst your bubble again, but didn't she just shoot you down? Hey, maybe you should just stay away from brunettes. Except me, of course.
Sam: Yeah. No, no, don't you see here? The good doctor and I are sparing. It's sexy, it's fun. Just like one of those old Spencer Tracy-Audrey Hepburn movies.