[about Bill’s new fiancée, while in his truck]
Bill: She’s a...a therapist.
Bill: Christ, you couldn’t resist, could you?
Jo: What? I’m not saying you need therapy.
Bill: What? Wait, wait, wait, I need therapy?
Jo: I didn’t say that. I didn’t say that.
Bill: What could I possibly need a therapist for? Huh? You’re the doctor, tell me!
Jo: I don’t know...inability to finish things?
Bill: ‘Inability to finish things’?
Jo: Maybe rushing into things you can’t quite commit to.
Jo: You asked!