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We got two wide lanes. Plenty of room.
ANNOUNCER: All right. Yanks in a jam.
Okay, fella. I'll give you a holler.
Albert.
an institution in 12 years.
Are we?
What do you wanna help us for?
I got him.
Wrong.
I'm gonna say 25 milligrams amitriptyline.
The orders came down this morning.
Lunch date? It's 3:00.
This is one of the nicest... No. This is
I was pulling down a hundred big ones a year...
The guy called me shithead.
Wow. (CLICKS TONGUE)
A word from our sponsor.
At least we now know that he's listening.
By your door
I'd recommend 25 milligrams of Thorazine at four-hour intervals.
Their real identities are creeping back slowly.
Gee, we don't have one on staff here, fellas,
Stay OUT of MY Psychosis
Yeah, well, we were just wondering
Dundrum Day Outing
Come on. Everybody, come on.
If you're wondering what happened to
(DOG BARKING)
I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I just flashed back to Nam.
Tortured soul.
You satisfied?
All right. Come on. Go, go! Come on.
This isn't for personal use, girls. Ah, ah! Hey! Hey!
Okay, come on. Come on.
Henry,
I'm not finished with that.
Oh. There's about 65,000 seats up at that stadium.
We have to put you on a leash?
We're gonna be late for group.
I could report this! We have rules around here, buddy!
Quite a devoted staff, Dr. Weitzman.
The moment seems so fleeting
I wanna give them the chance to taste a hot dog at Yankee Stadium,
Let me hold the gun. No.
We're sweating out the call from John Benson right now.
ANNOUNCER: ...extra hop on your ball.
Thank you.
Big inning.
That was never discussed. Was it?
(LAUGHING)
to finger-painting class, are we?
You're a sick man.
No more, no more, no more, no more
I never put on a dress and dance
How long did you expect me to hold my breath out here?
To know I'll spend an hour or two
HENRY: I'm riding up front with the doc!
You think we should refuse to pay the check?
(LAUGHS) You guys! You're always on, aren't you, right?
That's good.
Sorry, Jack.
devote this entire session to William.
Good morning.
but, uh, we've run into one complication.
Why can't you guys just watch the game on TV in the rec room?
I see you haven't changed much, Billy.
That's a definite yes. JACK: All he said was, Big inning.
They went that way.
Then he sneaks off to call his broker.
Dinner? I've got to get this report to Dr. Newald right away!
Did you guys hear that?
BILLY: Yeah.
All right.
You better give me that gun for safekeeping.
You're not allowed to leave the group without permission!
(DINERS GASPING)
short-term trauma of the parietal lobe.
You got it.
if a guy checks into a hospital and he's unconscious and
(ACCORDION CONTINUES)
Those psychos must've done Alvarez too.
(ENGINE STARTS)
You and these guys get together
Yeah. You did.
Ianuzzi.
The other guy's much younger. That's all I know.
Excuse me. Ed, could I talk to you just for a minute?
Father, may I say a few words?
Dr. Epson wants Mrs. Freeman's chart, okay?
Careful. Careful.
That's not fun.
But that's okay. It's not for you to clean it up.
WOMAN: And don't you come back no more
Watching Albert dying in here, that's drama.
No more, no more, no more, no more
(CHUCKLES)
I love it. I love it! You're right.
WOMAN: (SINGING) Hit the road, Jack And don't you come back
I thought I lost you. I was afraid to find out.
I think I came a long way, Tom.
No!
I... I am the doorman.
If you don't stop for the litter, you can be back by Christmas.
moments alone with my colleagues?
We have some reservations about the move.
Can I have that in writing? Wait a minute!
Repeating all I've told you
Yeah.
Don't you come back no more
I don't want you to think about it.
Dr. Weitzman, I'm not going!
Hit the road, Jack And don't you come back no more
That's public property.
Well, I guess we should be thankful Murray didn't fit.
Dr. Riley?
Did my best.
Hey.
MAN: But... But, baby!
Albert, group.
BILLY: Oh, boy. Brian's cupcake.
WOMAN: And don't you come back no more
Who's gonna do the report on you, you jerk-off?