“Murdock: TRAAAAAASH BAGS! I want TRAAAAAASH BAGS! [gets one and stops shouting]
Psychiatrist: We give him one, and he shuts up for a couple of hours.
Face: Hmmm. Interesting. If I could talk to him, I might be able to determine if it's a genuine neurotic fixation or if our boy is trying to section eight his way into the soft walls of a prison psych ward.
Psychiatrist: I sure would appreciate that. None of us can get any sleep around here.”
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