Zweig: Marge, therapy can be an intense process.
Marge: Uh huh...
Zweig: We're going to delve deeply into your subconscious and we're not
going to stop until we've exposed the root of your fear of
flying.
Marge: Mmm...
Zweig: Don't worry. This is a private sanctuary where whatever
transpires will be just between us.
[Homer, dressed as a window washer, appears at the window]
Marge: Huh?
Zweig: Oh, that's just Murray the window washer. He comes every day at
12:00.
Marge: But it's a few seconds before 12:00.
[Murray drops down on Homer, knocking him off]
-- Marge's first session, "Fear of Flying"
Marge: Uh huh...
Zweig: We're going to delve deeply into your subconscious and we're not
going to stop until we've exposed the root of your fear of
flying.
Marge: Mmm...
Zweig: Don't worry. This is a private sanctuary where whatever
transpires will be just between us.
[Homer, dressed as a window washer, appears at the window]
Marge: Huh?
Zweig: Oh, that's just Murray the window washer. He comes every day at
12:00.
Marge: But it's a few seconds before 12:00.
[Murray drops down on Homer, knocking him off]
-- Marge's first session, "Fear of Flying"
Related:
- Homer: All right, how much do you charge?
Zweig: If money's a problem,
I charge on a sliding scale. I can go as low... - Marge: Do you think those things could also have contributed to my fear
of flying?
Zweig: [brusque] Yes, yes, it's all a rich tapestry... - Zweig: Marge, there's no simple explanation for your fear of flying.
But it can probably be traced to some childhood trauma... - Marge: I keep having the same dream. I'm the mother from "Lost in
Space".
[scene shift to Marge's dream] Marge: Ready for breakfast... - Marge: [weeping] My father was a stewardess!
Zweig:
Marge, there's nothing to be ashamed of here. Today... - Zweig: Er, Marge, this may not be the best time to bring this up,
but, uh, your last check bounced. Marge: Wait... - Jacques: First, you must get to know your lane. Feel the slickness,
feel the slippery finish. Caresses it, experience it... - Zweig: Now...let's talk about your father.
Marge: [hurried] Sure.
OK, I'll talk about father...Father Christmas. ... - Homer: Don't worry about a thing, honey. I'm going to help you through
this.
[he and Marge sit down; some noises occur] Those...
