You should be happy your patient feels
healthy enough to terminate therapy.
I would, but it's happened so often
lately I find myself in financial straits.
Deep financial straits.
Look at this belt.
Spanish leather.
If Mr. Blackwell comes in, I'll create
a diversion, you can make a dash for it.
Obviously the time has come
for me to expand my practice,
so I'm placing an ad in
Seattle Style magazine.
Advertisement? Isn't that a bit
commercial for a psychiatrist?
Said Dr Pot to Dr Kettle.
Besides, a highly respected
obstetrician on my floor did it,
and now his waiting room has more
swollen bellies than a Buddhist temple.
- Good one, yes.
- I liked it.
Here. I'm on my way to call it
in, I just wanted to run it by you.
All right. "Dr Niles
Crane, Jung specialist.
Servicing individuals, couples,
groups. Satisfaction guaranteed.
Tell me where it hurts." Well,
that's just excellent, Niles.
All you're missing now
is a very tasteful cartoon
of you smiling brightly
and holding a shrunken head.
I'm sorry, I didn't hear you. I
was too distracted by your face
going by on the
side of a bus.
I'm off.
- Hey, wild thing.
- Yes, hello.
- Look, we have on the same belt.
- Oh, my God.
Thought you'd
never finish.
You know, Niles, what say I buy
us dinner and a lot of martinis.
Sounds great except
for the dinner part.
- I take it you had a bad day too?
- I had an abysmal day.
- Remember the ad I placed?
- Oh, yes. Dr Niles Crane,
- Jung specialist, blah blah blah.
- Well, they've made a tiny little typo.
See if you can find it.
"Niles Crane,
hung specialist."
Oh, my.
The rest they
got perfectly.
"Servicing
individuals, couples,
groups.
Satisfaction guaranteed.
Tell me where it hurts."
Well, any calls?
- It's a telethon.
- Yes, well...
- We'll start with double martinis.
- All right.
