Alice Pressman, the Mother:
[
about a patient miss-treating her son] She doesn't know how hard you struggle
John Pressman:
[
Simpering] John is you're best boy isn't he mother?
Alice Pressman, the Mother:
[
as John consumes a concotion of liquids mixed with sliced bananas] Yes John... you're my best boy and the best surgeon in town
Alice Pressman, the Mother:
[
Forcing him to consume a mass of pouched eggs] Eat, Eat, EAT You need energy... there's a nice boy
Alice Pressman, the Mother:
Your head is filling with blood.
Alice Pressman, the Mother:
Years ago you were like a snail. Hiding... happy...
Alice Pressman, the Mother:
[
toying fondly with a snail] What are you looking at with those little eyes?
[
last lines]
John Pressman:
[
to Patty] Like the doctor said, it's all in your imagination. I really don't exist.
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