Georgina: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out?
Lisa: Yeah, she coughed up a big one.
Susanna: But how could - I mean she's... *insane*.
Lisa: Yeah, well that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's picture's on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your
secrets and you're saved. Ca-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free.
Susanna: But what if you don't have a secret?
Lisa: Then you're a lifer, like me.
Lisa: So, have you had your first Melvin yet?
Susanna: Who's that?
Lisa: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, ah... unless they're givin' you shocks. Or, God forbid lettin' you out. Then you get to see the great wonderful Dr. Dyke.
Margie: She means Dr. Wick.
Susanna: Oh, I've been in his office but I haven't met him yet.
M.G.: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl.
Lisa: That's right, M.G. Wick's a chick.
M.G.: Wick's a chick.
Lisa: Hence the nickname.
Susanna: [picks up phone] Hello?
Lisa: [on phone] So what's your diag-nonsense?
Susanna: Who is this?
Lisa: What'd he say to Mom and Pop?
[Susanna looks out and sees Lisa staring back at her from two booths back]
Susanna: I have a Borderline Personality.
Lisa: Oh, that's nothing. What else?
Susanna: He didn't say. Thought it would affect my recovery.
Lisa: Alright, listen. Tongue your meds tonight. After o'clock checks, Gretta always goes out for a smoke. Check the mirrors and if they're clear, you go to Hector's closet. It's near the art room and it will be open.
Susanna: Explain what? Explain to a doctor that the laws of physics can be suspended? That what goes up may not come down? Explain that time can move backwards and forwards, and now to then, and back again, and... you can't control it?
Dr. Crumble: Why can't you control it?
Susanna: What?
Dr. Crumble: Why
can't you control time?