Girl, Interrupted Page #4

She means Dr. Wick.

I've been in his office,|but I haven't met him yet.

He's a she.|Dr. Wick's a girl.

That's right, M.G.|Wick's a chick.

- Lisa!|- Hence the nickname.

Hey, Lil. When the f***|is my checkup?

It's now, Lisa.|You said you'd be in your room.

Can't let you sit too long|without popping the hood.

A**hole.

Susanna, you have Melvin in|half an hour. I'll take you there.

I'm sorry.

Why are you using the past tense?

What do you mean?

Well, he was only drafted today...

so chances are|he's not dead yet.

Probably has several months...

before he even reports.

He was just a nice guy,|that's all.

And it made me feel bad.

You've been feeling bad|in general.

Right? You've been|feeling depressed.

I haven't exactly been|a ball of joy, Melvin.

I understand you tried|to kill yourself last week.

Anything you want to tell me|about that?

I had a headache.

So I assume you took the recommended|aspirin dosage for a headache.

I didn't try to kill myself.

- What were you trying to do?|- I was trying to make the sh*t stop.

The time jumps, the depression...

the headaches,|the thing with your hand?

All of the above.

I see.

What is it?|Are you puzzled about something?

Yeah. I guess I am, Melvin.

I guess I'm puzzled as to why it is|I have to be in a mental institution.

- You put yourself here.|- My parents put me here.

No, they didn't.

Everyone here's f***ing crazy!

You want to go home.

Same problem.

M.G., look at me.

Play with me.

Don't be sad.

- Lisa.|- Yeah.

Thank you.

- Oh. What are these?|- Colace. It's just a laxative.

I don't need them.

Are we going to have a problem?

May I see?|Thank you.

Surrender.

Are we going to have a problem?

No? No problem.

Phone call, booth one.

Hold on.

- Hi, Mom.|- "Hi, honey. Your father's on too. "

His plane got stuck at Dulles.

- "How're you doing, honey? "|- I'm fine, Dad.

- "You know, sweetheart"...|- Oh, God!

Valerie, please.

If you can't give me any Ex-Lax,|can I please have some Colace?

No. No more laxatives.

- Margie?|- I can get her some prune juice.

Prune juice!

This is outrageous.

made new friends, and I said...

This isn't Camp Winnetka. "

- Daisy?|- F*** off.

I have something you want.

Come in.

- You're all packed up.|- I'm leaving in a month.

My dad got me an apartment.

- Really? Where?|- It's near the airport.

One bedroom, two baths, eat-in chicken.|He fixed it up real nice for me.

- You mean "eat-in kitchen."|- That's what I said, a**hole.

So what do you have that I want?

- Put it on the bed and get out.|- Put yours on the bed.

Oh, Jesus. Get out! Get out!

Don't take advantage|just because she's new.

- Pony up some Valium.|- Get the f*** out...

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