So, what's your opinion on modern art? It's hard to put into words, really. I just know...

[Studying a Miró painting] Raymond Deagan: So, what's your opinion on modern art? Cathy Whitaker: It's hard to put into words, really. I just know what I care for and what I don't. Like this... I don't know how to pronounce it... Mira? Raymond Deagan: Miró. Cathy Whitaker: Miró. I don't know why, but I just adore it. The feeling it gives. I know that sounds terribly vague. Raymond Deagan: No. No, actually, it confirms something I've always wondered about modern art. Abstract art. Cathy Whitaker: What's that? Raymond Deagan: That perhaps it's just picking up where religious art left off, somehow trying to show you divinity. The modern artist just pares it down to the basic elements of shape and color. But when you look at that Miró, you feel it just the same.

Frank? What? I'm just proud of you, that's all. Don't say that. Well, I am. He seems a very decent man, Dr. Bowman. Don’t you think? Frank? I don't know, Cathleen. I suppose he's decent. But you must have liked him enough to want to see him again. Who else am I going to see? Well, I'm sure there are numerous doctors in Hartford or Springfield if you-- Look, I just want to get the whole fucking thing over with! Can you understand that? Frank, please don't. I-I'm sorry. All right, Cathy, I'm so sorry. Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Morning. Morning. Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Hi, Kitty. I hope you have a pleasant day, sir. Thank you. Good morning, Mr. Whitaker. Marlene. I found this in the cupboard, sir. What's that? Your office lamp-- the one that was missing. Ah-- Should I have it repaired, sir? Yes. Yes, thank you, Marlene. Mr. Whitaker, Mr. Fine's been waiting. Frank? Uh? I didn't see you sitting there. Everything all right? Oh, with me? Of course. What's up? Just picked up the galleys from the printer.