He was a psychotic mind fucking prick! An arrogant ego inflated son of a bitch! I wish...

Dr. Ben Sobel: [at his father's funeral] It's not easy for me to speak about my father, cause in a sense, I'm talking about two people. One is the public Issac Sobel, the eminent psychotherapist and popular author, known to millions of readers around the world. The second is the private man, my father. Dad. And for those who knew him well, and for those who knew our family well. Well, I don't have to tell you: He was a psychotic mind fucking prick! An arrogant ego inflated son of a bitch! I wish you were alive so I could kill you. [shouts] Dr. Ben Sobel: Rot in hell!

It's not easy for me to talk about my father... because, in a sense, I'm talking about two people. One is the public Isaac Sobel... the eminent psychotherapist... and popular author known to millions of readers across the world. The second is the private man. My father. Dad. Yes. BEN: And for those of you who knew him well... and know our family, well, I don't have to tell you. He was a psychotic, mind-fucking prick. An arrogant, ego-inflated son of a bitch. I wish you were alive so I could kill you. Rot in hell! RABBI: Now I'd like to call on Isaac's son, Dr. Ben Sobel... [CELL PHONE RINGING] RABBI: To say a few words. Who the hell would have a cell phone in here? It's yours. Answer it before they notice. - Hello? - Guess who, you fuck. - I have to take this. - What? I'm sorry. It's mine. I have to take this. - Yes? - I left three fucking messages. - You don't call me back? - This is not a good time. Not a good time? Let me explain something, I'm in fucking hell now. - This is not a good time. - This is a very bad time. My father died. Get off. - I have to go. - Don't you hang up on me, you... - Call back. - They're trying to kill me.