Xavier: Renegade Angel2007

Xavier:
Now to sneakishly search each nook and cranny for my mammy. YOO-HOO CRANNY!

Therapist:
This area's for patients only. Can I help you?

Xavier:
I'm here to, uh, check myself in, yeah. I suspect I'm crazy, with a capital and sideways "Z" that's also flipped upside-down, interestingly.

Therapist:
That would make you...crany?

Xavier:
Damn it, he sees right through me. He can tell I'm sane. Got to hoodink this wink into thinking I'm King Crazythink. It'll take some mental elbow grease, but no pain-ity, no insanity.

Therapist:
Who are you talking to?

Xavier:
Frittata, I'm in. He's buying it, Helen. [to Therapist] No one! Why would I be talking to someone? I'm too, too -- [making clock and animal noises, while imitating noises riding a car] Hang on. Just got to pull the choke here. There we go. Yep, convertible -- Jealous?

Therapist:
Fascinating. [different voice to his tape recorder] Subject to begin the evaluation process.