Chris Ratz

Lance: Look at that. Look at this crow. Fucking hell, look at the crow.

Tracey Berkowitz: It kind of looks sad.

Lance: How does this crow look sad?

Tracey Berkowitz: I don't know, it's just like, you know, it's not peeping or anything.

Lance: Oh boohoo. Stupid crow doesn't have the fucking brains to fly south. I'm going to get him. Let's bring him in.

Tracey Berkowitz: [suddenly frustrated] Fuck, no! Don't touch it! Now it's not going to be able to go back to its natural habitat!

Lance: Oh, sure it will.

Tracey Berkowitz: No, it won't! Everybody knows that! You put a fucking human smell on it, it's going to be a freak and the other crows are going to kill it!

Lance: He's fine! Aren't you, big fella? See, he was just lonely out there. I like crow. Chicken of the tree.

Tracey Berkowitz: Don't say that. Crows are like people.

Lance: They're not like people. They have a very different psyche, as a matter of fact. They have a crow consciousness.

Tracey Berkowitz: Do you live in a condominium?

Dr. Heker: I live in a house.

Tracey Berkowitz: How many people live in your house? You know because I was thinking, maybe I could rent a room. You know, and when they find Sonny, we can come live with you.

Dr. Heker: Tracey, you can't come home with me.

Tracey Berkowitz: [her face falling] Why not?

Dr. Heker: Well, for one thing there are rules.

Tracey Berkowitz: I'm not going to tell on anybody.

Dr. Heker: Why don't you go home? Go home. Talk to your family. Contrary to what you believe, your feelings will be beneficial to your parents. They need to know what you're feeling.

Tracey Berkowitz: [undertone] Fuck that.

Dr. Heker: What did you say?

Tracey Berkowitz: Nothing.

[increasingly desperate]

Tracey Berkowitz: I'm just really worried that I'm going insane.

Dr. Heker: Well, if you're worried, go to the hospital.

Tracey Berkowitz: Where they put the nutbars?

Dr. Heker: What was that?

Tracey Berkowitz: Nothing. Nothing. That was... just kidding. You know, just joking.

Dr. Heker: It's okay to express your anger.

Tracey Berkowitz: [looks up, suddenly furious] What do you know about anger, you cunt? You fucking stupid robot cunt!

[suddenly remorsefully frantic]

Tracey Berkowitz: Oh my God, I'm so sorry. No I'm really really really really really sorry. Look, I can't leave until I know right now that you're not going to send me to somebody else.

Dr. Heker: That was never my intention.

Tracey Berkowitz: [suddenly accusing] You're a liar. You are a liar, and why would I want to see a psychiatrist who's a big fat liar anyway?