Dr. Kelso: It's a mystery. Now, our old hospital psychiatrist used to write my wife, Enid, a prescription for crazy pills. He was a dear, dear friend, but he died or moved or something, and now I need you to do the honors.
Dr. Molly Clock: Have her come in for a few sessions, I'll gladly prescribe antidepressants.
Dr. Kelso: That's going to be a problem.
Dr. Molly Clock: Why?
Dr. Kelso: She doesn't know she's taking them.