Kate:I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? Recipes telling us exactly what to do. I know, I know, you're gonna say "How else will you learn, Kate."
Therapist:mm. No, actually I wasn't going to say that. You want to guess again?
Kate:No, no, go ahead.
Therapist:Well what I was going to say was, you know better than anyone, it's the recipes that you create yourself that are the best.
Kate:What are we going to do about work?
Nick:What we always do. You tell me what to do and then I'll go behind your back and do whatever I want.
Therapist:Kids like fishsticks...
Kate:I can't believe I'm actually paying for these suggestions.
Kate:[about Nick]You bring in a sous chef from an Italian restaurant and I'm the one in therapy?
Zoe:[while waiting for Nick to arrive]He's late... Men!
Kate:[leans her head on the couch, thinking Nick is going to kiss her]
Nick:You're leaning on my scarf.
Kate:[embarassed]Oh my, yeah.
Kate:I know I'm doing everything wrong, but I promise you that I will always be here for you.
Zoe:[pause]Kate? You're not doing *everything* wrong.
Therapist:Kate, I'm sure you will be able to prevent the worst from happening.
Kate:And that would be?
Therapist:That he will tolerate you for any length of time.
Kate:Oh, I see you've brought something to read to Zoe.
Charlotte:It's for my thesis... rapidly mutating deadly viruses.
Therapist:Why do you come to see me every week?
Kate:My boss said she'd fire me if I didn't get therapy.
Therapist:Why do you think, she thinks you need therapy? Why?
Kate:You know what, I haven't the faintest idea