Dr. Alex Brulov: Good night and sweet dreams... which we'll analyze at breakfast.
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Dr. Alex Brulov: Good night and sweet dreams... which we'll analyze at breakfast.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Women make the best psychoanalysts until they fall in love. After that they make the best patients.
Dr. Alex Brulov: My dear girl, you can not keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there.
Dr. Alex Brulov: I congratulate you and wish you have babies, not psychoses.
Dr. Murchison: The old must make way for the new, especially when the old is suspected of senility.
John Ballantine: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed another woman before.
John Ballantine: I'm haunted, but I can't see by what!
Dr. Alex Brulov: There's lots of happiness in working hard. Maybe the most.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Apparently the mind is never too sick to make jokes about psychoanalysis.
John Ballantine: Now, this honeymoon is complicated enough without your dragging medical ethics into it.
Title Card: The fault... is not in our stars, but in ourselves... - Shakespeare
Dr. Alex Brulov: You grant me I know more than you, but on the other hand, you know more than me. Women's talk. Bah!
John Ballantine: If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman.
Dr. Murchison: You're an excellent analyst, Dr. Peterson, but a rather stupid woman.
Constance Petersen: I'll make you coffee with an egg in it.
Miss Carmichael, please. Dr. Petersen is ready for you.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Good night and sweet dreams... which we'll analyze at breakfast.
Dr. Alex Brulov: Women make the best psychoanalysts until they fall in love. After that they make the best patients.
Dr. Alex Brulov: My dear girl, you can not keep bumping your head against reality and saying it is not there.
Dr. Alex Brulov: I congratulate you and wish you have babies, not psychoses.
Dr. Murchison: The old must make way for the new, especially when the old is suspected of senility.
John Ballantine: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed another woman before.
John Ballantine: I'm haunted, but I can't see by what!
Dr. Alex Brulov: Apparently the mind is never too sick to make jokes about psychoanalysis.
John Ballantine: Now, this honeymoon is complicated enough without your dragging medical ethics into it.
Dr. Alex Brulov: There's lots of happiness in working hard. Maybe the most.
Title Card: The fault... is not in our stars, but in ourselves... - Shakespeare
Dr. Alex Brulov: You grant me I know more than you, but on the other hand, you know more than me. Women's talk. Bah!
John Ballantine: If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman.
Dr. Murchison: You're an excellent analyst, Dr. Peterson, but a rather stupid woman.
Constance Petersen: I'll make you coffee with an egg in it.
Nurse: Miss Carmichael, please. Dr. Petersen is ready for you.
John Ballantyne: For what it's worth, I can't remember ever having kissed another woman before.
John Ballantyne: I'm haunted, but I can't see by what!
John Ballantyne: Now, this honeymoon is complicated enough without your dragging medical ethics into it.
Constance Petersen: Apparently the mind is never too sick to make jokes about psychoanalysis.
John Ballantyne: If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman.
Dr. Alex Brulov: And how do you know what his real character is? Constance Petersen: I know. I know. Dr. Alex Brulov: She knows. This is the way science goes backward. Who told you what he is? Freud?, or a crystal ball?
Constance Petersen: All analysts have to be psychoanalyzed by other analysts before they start practicing. John Ballantyne: Ahhh, that's to make sure that they're not too crazy.
Constance Petersen: Are you making love to me? Dr. Fleurot: I will in a moment. I'm just clearing the ground first.
Constance Petersen: Well, thank goodness it's all cleared up. Det. Lt. Cooley: Well, not quite, Dr. Petersen. I'm afraid a bullet was found in the body.
Dr. Fleurot: It's rather like embracing a textbook. Constance Petersen: But why do you do it, then? Dr. Fleurot: Because you're not a textbook.
Constance Petersen: I'm here as your doctor only. It has nothing to do with love. Constance Petersen: Nothing at all. Nothing at all...
Dr. Alex Brulov: Good night and happy dreams - which we will analyze at breakfast.
Dr. Alex Brulov: And how do you know what his real character is? Constance Petersen: I know. I know. Dr. Alex Brulov: She knows. This is the way science goes backward. Who told you what he is? Freud? Or a crystal ball? Constance Petersen: I couldn't feel this way towards a man who was bad.
Dr. Fleurot: I've watched your work for six months, it's *brilliant*, but lifeless. There's no intuition in it. You approach all your problems with an icepack on your head. Constance Petersen: Are you making love to me? Dr. Fleurot: I will in a moment. I'm just clearing the ground first.
John Ballantyne: Oh, stop it! Babbling like some phoney King Solomon. You're filled with half-witted double talk that doesn't make sense. If there's anything I hate, it's a smug woman! Constance Petersen: Darling, we're just beginning.
Dr. Fleurot: It's rather like embracing a textbook. Constance Petersen: But why do you do it, then? Dr. Fleurot: Because you're not a textbook. You're a sweet, pulsing, adorable woman underneath. I sense it every time I come near to you. Constance Petersen: You sense only your own desires and pulsations.
Dr. Fleurot: Your lack of human and emotional experience is bad for you as a doctor - and fatal for you as a woman. Constance Petersen: I've heard that argument from a number of amorous psychiatrists.
Constance Petersen: It's quite remarkable to discover one isn't what one thought one was.
Dr. Fleurot: It'll do Constance good to be drooled over. Poor girl's withering away with science.
Dr. Fleurot: Gentlemen, notice her stocking. The lady's been climbing trees. Dr. Murchison: Or lolling in a briar patch. Dr. Fleurot: No, no. It's trees, there are two leaves in her hair.
Dr. Fleurot: If you were anybody but Constance Petersen, the human glacier and the custodian of truth, I'd say.,, Constance Petersen: Yes, you'd say what? Dr. Fleurot: My dear, forgive me my scurrilously thoughts.
Constance Petersen: Do you mind not sitting in my lap in public.
Dr. Fleurot: I'm a sentimental ass. A woman like you could never become involved emotionally with any man - sane or insane.
House Detective: Looking for somebody, huh? All right, don't be afraid of me. I've got you spotted as a lady in trouble - and from out of town. Schoolteacher, or librarian, which is it? Constance Petersen: Schoolteacher. House Detective: I thought so. They always look like they've just lost something.
Constance Petersen: I'm going to do what I want to do. Take care of you and cure you and remain with you until that happens.
House Detective: I'm a kind of psychologist. You know, you got to be in my line. Now, would you mind filling in a few of the blank spaces for me? Constance Petersen: Eh, oh no. It's just that we quarreled. House Detective: Oh, and then you got sorry and you came running after him? That's the usual psychology.
House Detective: Give me a description of him. Constance Petersen: He's very tall and attractive - dark hair, a rather rugged face, and brown eyes.
John Ballantyne: When I hold you like this I feel entirely well. Will you love me just as much when I'm normal? Constance Petersen: Oh, I'll be insane about you. John Ballantyne: I am normal. At least there's nothing wrong with me that a nice, long kiss wouldn't cure. Constance Petersen: Oh, I've never treated a guilt complex that way before.
John Ballantyne: I'm sorry. I'm a pig. Constance Petersen: No, I am. I keep forgetting you're a patient.
