Frank, this is a safe place. A place where we can feel free sharing our feelings. Think of...

Therapist: Frank, this is a safe place. A place where we can feel free sharing our feelings. Think of my office as a nest in a tree of trust and understanding. We can say anything here. Frank: Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And, uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think, well, maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? What, I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?

Frank, this is a safe place. It's a place where we can feel free sharing our feelings. Think of my office as a nest in a tree of trust and understanding. We can say anything here. Anything? It's okay, honey. That's why we came. Well, I guess I... Deep down I'm feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly you get married and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. Take yesterday, for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And I happened to look over during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Odds are they're probably basic white, cotton underpants. But I started thinking, "Well, maybe they're silk panties. "Maybe it's a thong. "Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about." You know? And I started feeling... What? I thought we were in the trust tree, in the nest. - Are we not? - We are. It's okay. It's okay. Please continue. I don't know where I was going with that. I guess what I'm trying to say is that now that I'm married, I'm definitely feeling a little freaked out about the fact that I'm gonna have sex with only one person for the rest of my life. Walsh tells me your San Diego trip was a blast! - Yeah. - How was Hooters? I actually didn't go to Hooters. Yeah, right. - Skittles? - No, thanks. Listen. I got a call from Manetti. He tells me that your Sunshine Square proposal is totally fucked. What's wrong with it? For one thing, it violates the zoning restrictions set forth in the National Historical Preservation Act of 1966. Most notably, clause four. Shall I continue? - I'm familiar with that item... - Honey. - Dad, am I interrupting? - No, come in. - Hi. - Hey. I don't think you've met my daughter. Darcie, this is Mitch Martin.