Let me tell you something babe, it's nerve medicine to work with this one guy I have to see once a week.  He's nerve medicine!  He gives me neurosis.  Sometimes I'll say it's not worth the six bucks to see him, my love.

And then this one guy, he speaks Western dialect, and I don't understand a word he's saying, my heart!  It's like making out Eastern dialect news.  So once a week when he reverts to one of his tangents, I just nod along and laugh and smile with him, and nod some more...a little more nodding, then when I notice his laugh growing, I raise mine too, but I slightly wonder if he's fucking with me.