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Lisa: So, have you had your first Melvin yet?
Susanna: Who's that?
Lisa: Bald guy with a little pecker and a fat wife. You're ther-rapist, sweet pea. Unless, ah... unless they're givin' you shocks. Or, God forbid lettin' you out. Then you get to see the great wonderful Dr. Dyke.
Margie: She means Dr. Wick.
Susanna: Oh, I've been in his office but I haven't met him yet.
M.G.: He's a she. Dr. Wick's a girl.
Lisa: That's right, M.G. Wick's a chick.
M.G.: Wick's a chick.
Lisa: Hence the nickname.
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Georgina: Lisa, is Daisy really getting out?
Lisa: Yeah, she coughed up a big one.
Susanna: But how could - I mean she's... *insane*.
Lisa: Yeah, well that's what ther-rape-me's all about. That's why fuckin' Freud's picture's on every shrink's wall. He created a fuckin' industry. You lie down, you confess your secrets and you're saved. Ca-ching! The more you confess, the more they think about settin' you free.
Susanna: But what if you don't have a secret?
Lisa: Then you're a lifer, like me.
Jonathan Martin Spirk
Extended Reading
