Therapy?

24 08 2007

Ari (to therapist at the golf course): You shitty dime-store therapist. A man’s life is on the line here, and all you give a fuck about is beating some stupid club record that will do what for you? Give you five minutes of pleasure while you fuck your unpaid emasculated husband tonight? How the fuck does he afford this place anyway? Isn’t he a guidance counselor at a high school?

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