Kitty: Your father's blood pressure is still high, and the doctor can't figure out why.
Red: So he wants to send some moron over to find the source of my stress. And I said, "The source of my stress is when you quacks try to pad my medical bill." And then the machine went "beep", and the appointment was over.
Kitty: You know, I don't know what you're so worried about. They're just going to blame me. Shrinks love to blame the wife. What do they know? They're barely doctors. A stuffed animal and a box of tissues could do their job.