I think you should see a professional. A professional? What do you mean, a hooker? No, I...

Roxie Shield: I think you should see a professional. Jonathan Switcher: A professional? What do you mean, a hooker? Roxie Shield: No, I mean a psychiatrist. Jonathan Switcher: I can't afford a psychiatrist. Roxie Shield: Then call one of those shrinks on the radio. Jonathan Switcher: A radio shrink? They're only good for people with problems that fit between the commercials.

One giant balloon coming up. There you go. Have fun. Now... what do you want? Daddy! Daddy! Hey, biscuit brain! What the hell are you doing? Take your hands off my kid! My balloon! You're fired. (boy) Whoa! - Trimmin' hedges long, Switcher? - Oh, actually, no. I'm really a sculptor. But, uh, there's not too much work for us these days. No reason why hedges can't become art, though, huh? You're fired! Get your paycheck and get outta here!