Barton: I cleaned out my cubby.
Mr. Herkabe: You're sure I can't talk you into staying?
Barton: My Mom says I need a healthier environment. She thinks it's creepy the way you're using me for your own self-grandiosement.
Mr. Herkabe: A healthier environment? That's not what you need, son. You will never connect normally with another human being. People will recognize your brilliance and loathe you for it. The best you can hope for is uncomprehending fear... which I can channel into great things. Please?
Barton: Can I go now?
Mr. Herkabe: Sure. Go. You, my ex-wife, all of my therapists, you're all the same.