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me, ma'am. My name is Ernie and I'd like to see the psychiatrist, Dr Lucy Van
LUCY: Did you have an appointment?
ERNIE: I didn't. I don't. I mean you didn't look busy.
LUCY: Let me check my appointment schedule. I had some round-headed
kid named Brown booked for this hour but I saw him and his kite caught up in
a tree on my way over here. So I don't suppose he's going to come. I can fit
ERNIE: Oh thank you very much.
LUCY: Five cents please.
ERNIE: Do you take OHIP?
LUCY: Yes but I'm still going to have to extra bill you for five
ERNIE: Wait a minute. I didn't think you could do that.
LUCY: I'M NO GOVERNMENT CIVIL SERVANT. I'm well within the law to
charge you for miscellaneous accessories like tongue depressors, stationary,
and psychoactive drugs.
ERNIE: Drugs! You're not going to use drugs on me are you? You don't
even know anything about me yet.
LUCY: Nah. I cut out messing around with that stuff when my CIA grants
all dried up. Could I have your name and could I get you to sign this waiver?
ERNIE: Sure... wait... waiver? What's the waiver for?
LUCY:(to self) Manifests signs of paranoid delusion.
ERNIE: What's that?
LUCY: Don't mind me. Just writing something down. The waiver is really
nothing. I just like to have waivers on hand in the event my self-help books
gets published or the Oprah show answers my letters.
ERNIE: Oprah? I'm not going to be on Oprah am I? I don't want to sign
LUCY:(to self) Anal fixation.
ERNIE: WHAT ARE YOU WRITING? A-n-a-
LUCY:(whacking sound) Those are my confidential client notes.
Don't worry. In the event we get on Oprah, I'll be the one in the spotlight.
You can be behind a screen. Now tell me about your mother.
ERNIE: I don't want to talk about my mother. Let's go back to Oprah. I
want to get this straightened out before I say anything.
LUCY: Please sir, if you're going to be this defensive about simple
questions, I don't think I can offer any help. Five cents please.
ERNIE: Wait a minute. I haven't even told you anything. Don't I at
least get my hour?
LUCY: Very well. Let it not be said that Lucy Van Pelt turned away a
person seeking psychiatric treatment.
ERNIE: I don't really need treatment. I just need advice. I'm more
here for a friend than for myself, you see.
LUCY:(to self) Hmmm... friend ... possible multiple
personality disorder. Will work on developing more personalities for future
book. I think Sybil had 12, I'm going to shoot for 14.
ERNIE: There she goes with the writing again.
LUCY: Sir, I am a trained professional. I have never had to use the
butterfly net or the tranquilizer gun on any of my patients.
ERNIE: Oh you must be very proud. Although I don't see a diploma
anywhere on the wall.
LUCY: Now tell me about this imaginary friend of yours. Does he or she
have a name?
ERNIE: Yes, his name is Bert. But he's real. He's not imaginary.
LUCY:(to self) Patient cannot distinguish between fantasy and
reality. (to Ernie) Tell me, in what mood do you call yourself
ERNIE: No no. My name is Ernie. I thought I mentioned that already.
LUCY:(to self) Patient has difficulty understanding the
concept of self. (to Ernie) So "Ernie" have you ever seen
the movie Harvey, starring Jimmy Stewart?
ERNIE: Oh I seen that one! That's a great movie. Let me tell you about
it, doctor. Jimmy Stewart had a friend who was a giant rabbit named Harvey
but no one believed him, so they wanted to lock him up in a sanitarium. Oh
yeah, that's one of my favorites. (Ernie does trademark snickering laugh).
LUCY:(to self) Oh good! Oprah is really going to eat this up. (to
Ernie) So "Ernie" would you describe what this
"friend" looks like, especially when you look in a mirror?
ERNIE: Uhh. That's a tricky one. Bert is about... Well he's about...
Well, Bert is tall.
LUCY: You don't know how tall he is?
ERNIE: No. I don't remember if I've ever actually measured him.
LUCY: So when you're Bert you don't remember anything do you!
ERNIE: Um. What do you mean?
LUCY: Let's take this from a slightly different angle. How much does
ERNIE: I don't know that either. He's very touchy about his weight.
He's afraid to gain foam. He's very tall and slim, however. He has yellow
skin. And there's a black tuft of hair at the top of his head, which is pointed
by the way. His head is cone shaped. He looks like a big Minuteman missile.
He has two eyes but no eyelids. And he has one eyebrow.
LUCY: You said his head resembles a rocket?
ERNIE: Yes. A missile.
LUCY:(to self) May be experiencing hallucinatory close
encounters with beings from outer space in reaction to stress. (to Ernie)
And just one eyebrow you say?
ERNIE: Yes. It goes straight across his forehead. Bert is a rather
LUCY: I see. What else can you tell me?
ERNIE: He wears a vertically striped shirt, see mine is horizontal.
His arms never move. It's not like they just hang there by his side. It's
more like they're pinned to the sides of his body. See he had a fight with
Frank Oz in a bar a few years ago and Bert came out of it on the short end.
I'm sad to say.
LUCY: Yes, this is a sad case. See most of the patients I see that
have "friends" they don't usually paint them out to be so pathetic.
ERNIE: See that's why I'm here. Bert is not usually so pathetic. Bert
is a great guy, when he's not yelling. But ever since Mr Hooper died, Bert
has not been able to keep it together.
LUCY: I think I follow. After this Mr Hooper died, you started seeing
this Bert person?
ERNIE: No no. I've lived with Bert for years.
LUCY: Let me ask you this "Ernie". And please be honest.
This falls under strict client-patient confidentiality. Do you ever remember
killing anyone, especially a person named Mr Hooper?
ERNIE: No. I'm pretty sure I'd remember that. The worst thing I can
remember doing, and I really regret this, I did forget Rubber Ducky in a
closet once for a whole week.
LUCY: Rubber Ducky, is that your child?
ERNIE: Oh no. He's my little friend. I play with him in the bath. I
squeeze him and rub him. He makes this noise when I squeeze him hard.
LUCY:(to self) Alert Family Services.
ERNIE: You've started that writing again.
LUCY: I'm going to try a bit of client-centered psychoanalysis. You
just stay put in that chair. I'm going to tie you down.
ERNIE: Oh. Is this some kind of gestalt therapy?
LUCY: Let's say it's more like role playing. (makes grunting
sounds) Those knots are not too tight are they?
ERNIE:(makes struggling sounds)
LUCY: Is that nice and snug?
ERNIE: Well yeah. Umm.
LUCY: Try to get free.
ERNIE:(makes very loud struggling sounds) No, I can't get free
at all. These are mighty good knots you've tied there doctor.
LUCY: Good. I'm just going to make a phone call here.
ERNIE: Fine. I'm not going anywhere. (Ernie does trademark
LUCY:(on phone) Hello family service bureau? (we hear
Peanuts adult "wah wah" nonsense speech) Yes, he's tied down. (we
hear Peanuts adult "wah wah" nonsense speech) Possible
pedophile. (we hear Peanuts adult "wah wah" nonsense speech)
Yes he could be a mass murder too. (we hear Peanuts adult "wah
wah" nonsense speech) So send the cops. (we hear Peanuts adult
"wah wah" nonsense speech) I'll keep an eye on him. (we hear
Peanuts adult "wah wah" nonsense speech) Bye.
ERNIE: Who are you talking to there?
LUCY: Nobody. You stay there. I'm going to wait by the street.
ERNIE: Don't leave me! I think I'm losing circulation here. Is my hour
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