[Dr. Brown just looks at them.]
JAMES: You're the last stop for us, Doctor Brown. We've run out of answers of our own. What do you think we should do?
DR. BROWN: I can't tell you what to do. That's a choice you'll have to make, together.
JAMES: But if it were your son?
[Dr. Brown looks unsure.]
[Cut to the two town doctors eating lunch later on at Mama Joy's.]
DR. BROWN: You know, I thought I'd get sick of Art's food, eating it every day. But I'm beginning to realize that...
DR. ABBOTT: ...you have no taste?
DR. BROWN: The meatloaf is very versatile is what I was gonna say.
[Dr. Trott walks in and places her order in the background.]
DR. TROTT: Hi. I'm picking up a tuna melt with coleslaw to go.
DR. ABBOTT: [to Dr. Brown] Ever been to a shrink?
DR. BROWN: There are some things I can do on my own... you?
DR. ABBOTT: Ah! I'd sooner tell you my problems.
DWAYNE: I'm sorry, Dr. Trott, I accidentally made your sandwich with dill pickles when you specifically asked for sweet but I-I could remake it right now.
DR. TROTT: Oh, that's not necessary, Dwayne.
DWAYNE: I just, hate myself for screwing up. I never can do anything. Mother was right.
DR. TROTT: Dwayne!
DWAYNE: You have to let me, Dr. Trott. I know I can do a better job, really. I want to remake it.
DR. TROTT: If you insist, thank you.
[Dr. Abbott notices.]
DR. ABBOTT: You got 'em right where you want 'em, don't ya?
DR. TROTT: I'm sorry?
DR. ABBOTT: You thrive on it, the insecurity, the doubt, the self loathing. You come into town every few months, needlessly stir up neuroses like lawn mowing in the dust ball.
DR. TROTT: I don't create the feelings, I just give people a safe place to put them.
DR. ABBOTT: You ride into town like Joan of Arc of gestalt, a week later your patients are reassurance junkies begging for a fix, and you've ridden off in the sunset while someone has to pick up the pieces.
DR. TROTT: How does that make you feel, Harold?
DR. ABBOTT: [getting up] Do shrinks have that implanted on a chip somewhere? Memorize a few key phrases, buy a couch, you're Sigmund Freud?
DR. TROTT: While I respect your point of view, and I'm glad you feel comfortable discussing it...
DR. ABBOTT: [interrupting] You ever actually say something? For God's sake, get to the point!
DR. TROTT: Is it possible that in reality, *you* thrive on it? That you derive satisfaction from, and I'm using your words, "picking up the pieces"?
[Dr. Brown looks impressed.]
DR. ABBOTT: Don't make me out to be some type of parasitic, misery loving, ego maniac.
DR. TROTT: [getting her sandwich] Those are your terms, not mine. Try to stay evidence based, Harold. Don't be so hard on yourself. [walking out] Thanks for the sandwich, Dwayne.
DR. BROWN: You eating all of that Harold, or can I have some.
[Cut to Delia and Magilla in his room. They're lying on the bed listening to music.]
LYRICS: And the mood that you play... on me.
MAGILLA: Bet you don't know what this song's about.
DELIA: I do too.
MAGILLA: What?
DELIA: It's about this girl...
