DR. BROWN: Well, those other ones look fine to me too. You may wanna keep an eye on 'em. You can put your clothes back on, unless you're loving that gown.
[Dr. Trott goes to get dressed behind a screen.]
DR. TROTT: OK.
DR. BROWN: So lay it on me. What does happen to those unfortunate individuals who deny their own neurosis?
DR. TROTT: The effects vary, of course. In extreme cases, the pattern can be something along the lines of complete emotional spirals, resulting in total breakdown.
DR. BROWN: You don't say.
[Cut to the Abbott home, night. Bright is about to leave but Amy stops him.]
AMY: Bright? Where are you going?
BRIGHT: Got a date.
AMY: Tonight? Nononono you have to be here for dinner.
BRIGHT: I don't think so, I've got one shot with Gemma Maxwell. Mom's tuna cornflake casserole? Not gonna seal the deal.
AMY: Bright, you can't go. You have to be *here*.
BRIGHT: Why?
AMY: Mom invited the Harts over.
BRIGHT: So?
AMY: So, I've got all the research prepared about the surgery. All you have to do is just...
BRIGHT: [interrupting] I thought they already said no.
AMY: They could change their minds.
BRIGHT: Fat chance. Besides, I don't think we should be getting involved.
AMY: We're already involved, Bright. Colin is your best friend, you have to help me. You have to tell them that...
BRIGHT: [interrupting] It's a lost cause, Amy.
[He walks out.]
AMY: What is wrong with you? Don't you want him back?
[Cut to dinner at the Browns. They're eating Dr. Brown's dinner.]
DR. BROWN: That bad, huh?
EPHRAM: Depends. What is it?
DR. BROWN: Point taken. What do you think, Delia?
DELIA: [distracted] It's fine.
DR. BROWN: Is something wrong, Delia?
DELIA: [morose] Magilla wouldn't play with me today.
DR. BROWN: Well, he probably just wanted to play with his other friends for a change.
DELIA: Magilla doesn't have other friends.
DR. BROWN: Well, I'm sure he'll wanna play with you again tomorrow, sweetheart.
DELIA: No, he won't. He said he can't play with me anymore.
DR. BROWN: Why not?
DELIA: His mom said.
DR. BROWN: Why would she say a thing like that?
DELIA: She doesn't like me.
DR. BROWN: That's impossible.
[Ephram rolls his eyes at his father's cluelessness.]
EPHRAM: [to Dr. Brown] You have to have a "parent" talk.
DR. BROWN: What? With Magilla? I'm not his parent.
EPHRAM: No! *You* have to talk with *his* parents.
