“Oui, mais…” Quotation
Moenner, the psychotherapist:
A stroller sees a butterfly emerging from its cocoon. He can’t resist the pleasure of helping it out. He opens the cocoon gently and the butterfly appears. Great, no? Except that… Robbed of an effort which braces its wings, it can’t fly and gets eaten.
Moenner, the psychotherapist:
Say you fall into a manure pit, what do you do?
[we see Eglantine hurry out of the pit]
Moenner, the psychotherapist:
Exactly. You climb out of the sh*t. Take a long shower. Figure out how you fell in. And only then read up on sh*t.
Eglantine Laville:
[speaking of sexual intercourse] But what was it like, as a sensation?
Françoise:
What’s it like?
[she thinks it over]
Françoise:
It takes up room!
Eglantine Laville:
I want to make love, not get laid.
Moenner, the psychotherapist:
Sure, anyone who sees a shrink really needs help.