Monty Python's Flying Circus1969

Milkman:
Pat-a-cake, pat-a-cake, baker's man. Good morning, madam, I'm a psychiatrist.

Mrs. Pim:
You look like a milkman to me.

Milkman:
[ticks a box on his clipboard] Good, I am in fact dressed as a milkman... you spotted that. Well done.

Mrs. Pim:
Go away.

Milkman:
Now then, madam, I'm going to show you three numbers and I want you to tell me if you notice any similarity between them. [holds up a card with the number "3' on it three times]

Mrs. Pim:
They're all number three.

Milkman:
No. Try again.

Mrs. Pim:
They're *all* number three?

Milkman:
No. They're *all* number three. [writes] Right. Now, I'm going to say a word and I want you to say the first thing that comes into yout head. How many pints do you want?

Mrs. Pim:
Er... three?

Milkman:
Yoghurt?

Mrs. Pim:
Er... no.

Milkman:
Cream?

Mrs. Pim:
No.

Milkman:
Eggs?

Mrs. Pim:
No.

Milkman:
[writes] Right. Well, you're quite clearly suffering from a repressive libido complex, probably the product of an unhappy childhood, coupledwith acute insecurity in adolescence, which has resulted in an attenuation of the libido complex.

Mrs. Pim:
You *are* a bloody milkman!

Milkman:
Don't you shout at me, madam, don't come that tone. Now then, I must ask you to accompany me down to the dairy and do some aptitude tests.

Mrs. Pim:
I've got better things to do than come down to the dairy!

Milkman:
Mrs. Ratbag! If you don't mind my saying so, you are badly in need of an expensive course of psychiatric treatment. Now I'm not going to say that a trip down to our dairy will cure you, but it will give hundreds of lower-paid workers a good laugh.

Mrs. Pim:
All right... but how am I going to get home?

Milkman:
I'll run you there and back in my psychiatrist's float.

Mrs. Pim:
...All right.