“[Murdock is being shown Rorschach ink blots by a prison psychiatrist. The first picture is a butterfly]
Murdock: Tractor.
Psychiatrist: You don't really see a tractor, do you, Murdock?
Murdock: [smiles] You're right. I was just guessing.
Psychiatrist: Well, don't guess. What does it look like?
Murdock: Ink. It looks like ink. See, I have done this most of my life off and on and I don't see nothin', so I just guess.
Psychiatrist: It looks like a butterfly, don't it? See, there's the wings and there's the head.
Murdock: Hey, yeah. Yeah! I see that. Yeah, it's a butterfly!
Psychiatrist: Good. Butterfly. Now what is this?
[Psychiatrist puts another picture on the table.]
Murdock: Garbage bag. Empty garbage bag.
[Psychiatrist rolls eyes and motions for the guard to take Murdock away.]
Murdock: I'd like a trash bag, please, if you have one. I really could use a trash bag.”
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