No Reservations

Kate:
[leans her head on the couch, thinking Nick is going to kiss her]

Nick:
You're leaning on my scarf.

Kate:
[embarassed] Oh my, yeah.

Therapist:
Kids like fishsticks...

Kate:
I can't believe I'm actually paying for these suggestions.

Kate:
[about Nick] You bring in a sous chef from an Italian restaurant and I'm the one in therapy?

Therapist:
Kate, I'm sure you will be able to prevent the worst from happening.

Kate:
And that would be?

Therapist:
That he will tolerate you for any length of time.

Kate:
I know I'm doing everything wrong, but I promise you that I will always be here for you.

Zoe:
[pause] Kate? You're not doing *everything* wrong.

Zoe:
[while waiting for Nick to arrive] He's late... Men!

Kate:
Oh, I see you've brought something to read to Zoe.

Charlotte:
It's for my thesis... rapidly mutating deadly viruses.

Kate:
What are we going to do about work?

Nick:
What we always do. You tell me what to do and then I'll go behind your back and do whatever I want.

Therapist:
Why do you come to see me every week?

Kate:
My boss said she'd fire me if I didn't get therapy.

Therapist:
Why do you think, she thinks you need therapy? Why?

Kate:
You know what, I haven't the faintest idea

Kate:
I wish there was a cookbook for life, you know? Recipes telling us exactly what to do. I know, I know, you're gonna say "How else will you learn, Kate."

Therapist:
mm. No, actually I wasn't going to say that. You want to guess again?

Kate:
No, no, go ahead.

Therapist:
Well what I was going to say was, you know better than anyone, it's the recipes that you create yourself that are the best.