The Departed2006

Madolyn:
What do you expect coming in here?

Costigan:
I have to come here.

Madolyn:
I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want?

Costigan:
You want the truth? Valium.

Madolyn:
You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted.

Costigan:
What does that say about what you do for a living?

Madolyn:
I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions.

Costigan:
Look... look, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a f***ing heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for f***ing weeks.

Madolyn:
Is that true?

Costigan:
Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was f***ing true. I want some f***ing pills and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do?

Madolyn:
No, I didn't close your file. I--

Costigan:
I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only f***ing here!

Madolyn:
You are! You are!

Costigan:
Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You're f***ing ridiculous!

[Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium]

Costigan:
[picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my f***ing head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit?

Madolyn:
You know what? You can leave!

Costigan:
What the f*** did I just put myself through? I'm f***ing out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it, f***ing hotshot!