Mr. Jones (1993)
Mr. Jones: [crying] I can't... I can't stop the sadness.
Mr. Jones: Give me this. This first day, I work for free.
Mr. Jones: I give it to you, its a gift. Second day, you pay me for two days.
Mr. Jones: Third day, I have your job.
Mr. Jones: I'd like to close my account, please.
Susan: You just opened this account last week.
Mr. Jones: Yeah, I'm a fickle kind of guy.
Susan: Oh, my goodness.
Susan: Okay, you have $12,752 in your account. Do you want that in hundreds?
Mr. Jones: I'll leave that up to your impeccable judgement.
Mr. Jones: I'm going to tell you something. Both of you listen, you might learn something. It is not a disease! Okay? Not a disease! I do not have a disease. This is who I am! I like who I am! You got it?
Mr. Jones: ...
Mr. Jones: The fact is, that the doctor and the other fine healers have decided that Im bipolar... and this is without regard to the fact that they have not one shred of evidence.