I'm sailing! I'm sailing! I'm sailing! I sail! I'm a sailor! I sail!
Your death therapy cured me, you genius!!!
What is this, isolation therapy?
Roses are red, Violets are blue, I'm a schizophrenic and so am I.
I'm sorry about barging in here like this.
[to man on bus] Hi. I'm Bob. Would you knock me out, please? Just hit me in the face.
Why don't I start.
I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful. I feel good, I feel great, I feel wonderful.
Good morning Gill... I said good morning, Gill.
A vacation from my problems! You bet I will!
Oh, no no no! That was not smart! That was not smart!
The simplest way to put it: I have problems.
I have a real big problem, moving.
Are you sure I'm not imposing?
It just makes my lips numb to think about it.
Baby step to the elevator. I'm in the elevator. AHHHHH!!!
[singing] I walk through the kitchen, with a bowl full of chicken, and I'm putting it in Fay & Leo, I mean Dr. Marvin's, refrigerator for the night.
Is this a bad time? Oh... the fam!
[after Leo throws him out enraged] Is this some radical new therapy?
So the psychiatrist has a patient. He draws a circle and says, "What do you think of when you see this?" He says "Sex." [The staff laugh.] That's not the joke yet, wait a second. He draws a picture of a tree and says "What do you think of that one when you see it?" He says "Sex." All right, then he draws a picture of a car, a house: "Sex. Sex. Sex." The doctor says, "You know you're obsessed with sex." And the patient says "Well you're the one drawing all the dirty pictures."