I didn't go to the Laker's game because they were playing the fuckin' Bobcats. And I came here today, because I thought this was a session where my wife could learn how to communicate, how to answer a question without a question, basic humanity 101. Which I thought with your wall of fucking diplomas you could easily fix, or if you couldn't you could give her a pill that could either fix it or make her a mute. But now, to turn around and gang up on me... I have work to do! I have hundreds of clients to deal with, and just so we're clear I don't CARE about any of them. They're all just a number, like wife number one, and therapist number seven. Good day!