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NURSE: Miss Carmichael, please.Dr. Petersen is ready for you.I'm awfully sorry. I have to go.Had a perfect hand.Would've beaten the pants off you.- Harry will take you, Miss Carmichael.- Thank you.(WHISPERING) Watch her carefully.Don't take your eyes off her.- How are you today, Harry?- Fine.- You look a little bilious.- It's the light.I worry about you, dear.I'll be all right.Must we dash into Dr. Petersen's office?Can't we go sit somewhere in privateand talk, just you and I?Love it, if I had time.Would you?(CHUCKLING)(SIGHING)(DOORBELL BUZZING)Come in.You ruined a very interesting card game,Dr. Petersen.You may go now, Harry.I'll be outside.I hope you feel better today, Mary.- Well, I don't.- You will.I think this whole thing is ridiculous.What whole thing, Mary?Psychoanalysis.It bores the pants off of me.Lying on the couchlike some dreary nitwit, telling all.You don't really expect to get anywherelistening to me babbleabout my idiotic childhood.Really.My patients invariably regard meas a wretched nuisanceduring our first talks.I see. It's my subconsciousputting up a fight.It doesn't want me cured.Exactly. It wants to continueenjoying your disease.Our job is to make you understand why.When you know whyyou're doing something that's bad for youand when you first started doing it.Then you can begin curing yourself.You mean I've been telling you lies?The usual proportion.You're right. I've been lying like mad.I hate men. I loathe them.If one of them so much as touches me,I want to sink my teeth into his handsand bite it off.In fact, I did that once.Do you care to hear about it?Tell me anything you remember.We were dancing.He kept asking me to marry him,panting in my ear.I suddenly pretendedI was going to kiss himand sank my teeth into his mustacheand bit it clear off.You're laughing at me.That smug frozen face of yoursdoesn't take me in.You just want me to tell you all thisso you can feel superior to me.You and your drooling science.I detest you.I never want to seethat nasty face of yours again!I can't bear you.You and your nickel's worth of nothing!(SOBBING)Come on, Miss Carmichael.Silly fool. Letting a creature like thatworry me.Miss Frozen Puss.(GASPING)Dr. Fleurot, I want to talk to you alone.I can't stand that woman.I'll see you later, Mary.Come, Miss Carmichael.Murchison must be really out of his mindto assign Carmichael to you.You may report your findingsto the new head when he arrives.You can't treata love veteran like Carmichaelwithout some inside information.I've done a great deal of research onemotional problems and love difficulties.Research, my eye.I've watched your work for six months.It's brilliant but lifeless.There's no intuition in it.You approach all your problemswith an ice pack on your head.- Are you making love to me?- I will in a moment.I'm just clearing the ground first.I'm trying to convince you that yourlack of human and emotional experienceis bad for you as a doctorand fatal for you as a woman.I've heard that argument froma number of amorous psychiatristswho all wanted to makea better doctor of me.But I've got a much better argument.- I'm terribly fond of you.- Why?It's rather like embracing a textbook.- Why do you do it then?- Because you're not a textbook.You're a sweet, pulsing,adorable woman underneath.I sense it every time I come near to you.You sense only your own desiresand pulsations.I assure you,mine in no way resemble them.Stop it. I'm mad about you.I'm afraid I'm boring you.No. Your attitudes are very interesting.You're exactly like Miss Carmichael.I'd like to throw a book at you.But I won't.- May I borrow this?- Certainly.Oh, and forgive me for my criticism.I think you'd better stick to books.And another thing...Pardon me for marching in,but I'm spreading the tidings.My successor will be due any moment.Dr. Murchison, it's been a pleasureworking under you.Thank you very much.Coming, Dr. Petersen?I'm in no mad hurryto welcome Dr. Edwardes.It's hard to imagine this placewithout you, Dr. Murchison.Yes, I sort of go with the fixtures.More than that. You are Green Manors.It seems unfair.You're very young in the profession.You haven't learnedthe basic secret of science.The old must make way for the new,particularly when the old is suspectedof a touch of senility.That's ridiculous.I should think the Board of Directorswould realize you're feeling much better.You've been like a new mansince your vacation.The Board's as fair and all-knowingas a hospital board can be.I agree with you.I'm as able and brilliant as ever.But having crumbled once,I might crumble again.You were overworked.A charming diagnosisfor a broken-down horse.I shall alw。