Predormitum

Dr. Mike:
How are you doing?

Elizabeth:
I dunno...

Dr. Mike:
How do I think you're doing? Right? Like "I'm having a jolly f***ing time, Dr. Mike," right?

Dr. Mike:
Why do you think Anne wants you in therapy?

Elizabeth:
I suppose she'd say I have anger issues.

Dr. Mike:
Do you?

Elizabeth:
Well, I get mad at her a lot!

Dr. Mike:
How have you been sleeping?

Elizabeth:
On a scale from one to a coma? I'd say not very well.

Ellen:
It feels like it's burning a hole through my face!

Elizabeth:
Shhh!

Ellen:
Girl, that music is so loud they wouldn't hear it if we were being gutted alive back here.

Ellen:
Time is like a river.