2007-10-07
Original: 2007-10-07 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
A therapy session. A patient sits in an armchair talking to his therapist, who sits in another armchair holding a notepad.
Patient: I guess my self-loathing comes from my mom never showing any affection for me.
Therapist (Mr. Gellert): Well, Mr. Gellert - wait, does your mother happen to be Roberta Gellert? From New Braunfels, Texas?
Patient: Y-yeah...
Therapist: Oh my god! She used to babysit me! Her cookies were amazing!
Votey:
A close-up of the therapist's delighted face, smiling broadly.
Therapist: And she sang like an angel!!
Patient: I guess my self-loathing comes from my mom never showing any affection for me.
Therapist (Mr. Gellert): Well, Mr. Gellert - wait, does your mother happen to be Roberta Gellert? From New Braunfels, Texas?
Patient: Y-yeah...
Therapist: Oh my god! She used to babysit me! Her cookies were amazing!
Votey:
A close-up of the therapist's delighted face, smiling broadly.
Therapist: And she sang like an angel!!
Alt text
A therapy session. A patient in a green shirt slumps in an armchair, gesturing, telling his therapist: "I guess my self-loathing comes from my mom never showing any affection for me." The smiling therapist, holding a notepad, replies: "Well, Mr. Gellert - wait, does your mother happen to be Roberta Gellert? From New Braunfels, Texas?" The patient: "Y-yeah..." The therapist, beaming, exclaims: "Oh my god! She used to babysit me! Her cookies were amazing!" - cheerfully praising the very mother whose coldness scarred the patient. Votey (aftercomic): an extreme close-up of the therapist's joyful grinning face as he adds, "And she sang like an angel!!"
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.