(Talking to a psychiatrist about his many problems.) Nick: And I was held at gunpoint twice by psychos... Psychiatrist: Yes, I know. Nick: ...I swear i didnt kill that stripper! Psychiatrist: MM-HMM Nick: ...And then my babysitter when I was younger... Psychiatrist: YES, I know, Mr. Stokes. Nick: ...And then my best friend for ever and ever died... Psychiatrist: Yes, Yes. (Begins to fill out another prescription) Nick: What do I DO!? Psychiatrist: Take 3 of these every day. Don't mix them with the others I've given you. Nick: Are they shaped like dinosaurs? You know I only like the dinosaur shaped ones! Psychiatrist: Only for you, Mr. Stokes.