Dr. Freeman: So you're competing with your brother for the affection of an older, nurturing woman. Charlie: Boy, you're just a one-string banjo, aren't you?
Charlie: So what do I owe you? Dr. Freeman: Well, I get $200 an hour, you were here for 5 minutes, so why don't we just round it off and say $200? Charlie: Man, even hookers prorate.