Quote from Elliot in My Therapeutic Month
Carla: Oh. Everything's unpacked. Your stuff looks great, by the way. Keith: You mean her stuff. She wouldn't let me put up my stuff. Elliot: Bup, bup, bup, bup, bup. Everything's awesome, we're great, everything's great. Keith: What do you mean, we're great? We haven't had box sex in days. Everything was fine, until Elliot broke out with her unending list of insane rules like: Put all open cereal in giant Ziploc bags. Elliot: Yeah, I don't see what's insane about not wanting spiders to lay eggs in my cornflakes. That's how Carla's mom died. Carla: No, it isn't. Elliot: You're supposed to be my best friend!