Marie: Hey, Jill. I know you're under the gun with your finals, so I made you some lasagna.
Jill: You cooked for me? That is so sweet.
Marie: I figured if I didn't, you might have a five-minute marriage.
Jill: I don't know how to thank you.
Marie: No, no, no. Don't worry about it. When you become a psychologist, you can give me a discount.
Jill: For you, three neuroses for the price of one.
Marie: Hmm. Then I just have to figure out what to do with my other 27 neuroses.