The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air, Season 2

Dr. Hoover:
Your daughter suffers from displaced aggression syndrome.

Vivian:
Oh, Dr. Hoover, I'm afraid I would have to give a second opinion before I could believe that.

Mrs. Hoover:
Oh, it's definitely displaced aggression syndrome.

Dr. Hoover:
Let me put it in simpler terms. This is where a child acts out the repressed hostility of an unhappy home.

Vivian:
And what is that supposed to mean?

Mrs. Hoover:
Oh, too many big words?

Vivian:
No, Miss Thing, but I got a couple small words for you.

Philip:
Vivian!

Will:
[enters] Hey, good news, people. The girls...

Dr. Hoover:
Obviously, your wife is upset. It's common with women in mid-life. I'd be happy to prescribe something.

Philip:
Dr. Hoover, the school where you got your degree? You find it on the back of a matchbook?

Will:
Please, my humble brothers, please...

Dr. Hoover:
Penn State, my brother.

Philip:
Really? Good school. I was thinking of going there if my scholarship to Princeton, Yale, Wharton, and Talladega Tech had fallen through.

Dr. Hoover:
Impressive! You must've been quite an athlete in your thinner days.

Will:
Okay, time out! Time out!

Philip:
Hey, hey, hey! Let's stick to the topic, okay?

Dr. Hoover:
Fine. Speaking as a doctor, I think your daughter oughta be heavily sedated and immediately institutionalized.

Philip:
Well, speaking as a lawyer, I can only say that your daughter suits the criminal profile to a T. Right down to the low, sloping forehead, and the wide jaw suitable for grains and small rodents!

Dr. Hoover:
I think you must have her confused with yo' mama.

[Philip punches him, and Hoover falls on Will]

Will:
That's it, Uncle Phil! You're grounded! [to Dr. Hoover] Y'know, I'd be happy to prescribe something for that.