Dr. Grey: Tell me about the things you would rather undo.
Ms. Maudlin: I told you, it was a lost year. Shouldn’t you ask for what I should have done?
Dr. Grey: I must really cut down your Prozac. You’re being apprehensive again.
Ms. Maudlin: I am not. And the dosage is fine.
(beat)
Ms. Maudlin: Let me see. There was Mr. Musician, Mr. Painter and Mr. Writer.
Dr. Grey: You seem fond of these types. What do you suppose you get out of their company?
Ms. Maudlin: Nothing.
Dr. Grey: Hmm, alright… So, in what group do you classify them?
Ms. Maudlin: Manipulative egotistic bastards.
Dr. Grey: I see. And why do you associate with them?
Ms. Maudlin: I give myself away.
Dr. Grey: Oh, right. You’re a—
Ms. Maudlin: Don’t say it, bitch! I know you think low of us!
(beat)
Ms. Maudlin: Dr. Grey, isn’t your husband a musician?
Dr. Grey: That isn’t relevant.
Ms. Maudlin: But don’t you want to know more about him?
Dr. Grey: No, thank you. I think I know enough.
Ms. Maudlin: Why? Aren’t you going to do anything about it?
Dr. Grey: That’s it. I’m changing your Prozac to Valium.
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