What do you expect coming in here? I have to come here. I know you have to come here, but...

Madolyn: [during his counseling session] What do you expect coming in here? Billy Costigan: I have to come here. Madolyn: I know you have to come here, but now that you're here, what do you want? Billy Costigan: You want the truth? Valium. Madolyn: You know if you lied, you would have an easier time getting what you wanted. Billy Costigan: What does that say about what you do for a living? Madolyn: I just think we should have a few more meetings before we even talk about prescriptions. Billy Costigan: Look... look, I'm having panic attacks, alright? The other night I thought I was having a fucking heart attack. I puked in a trash barrel on the way over here. I haven't slept for fucking weeks. Madolyn: Is that true? Billy Costigan: Yeah, that's true. Alright? I said it was fucking true. I want some fucking pills and you're gonna what? You're gonna close my file? Is that what you're going to do? Madolyn: No, I didn't close your file. I... Billy Costigan: [angry] I thought I was supposed to tell the truth here, if only fucking here! Madolyn: You are! You are! Billy Costigan: Christ. I mean, a guy comes in here against every, every instinct of privacy and self-reliance he has and what do you do? What do you do, huh? You send him off on the street to score smack, is that what you do? You're fucking ridiculous! [Madolyn hands Costigan some Valium] Billy Costigan: [picking up the pills] Two pills? Great. Why don't you just give me a bottle of scotch and a handgun to blow my fucking head off! Are we done here with this psychiatry bullshit? Madolyn: You know what? You can leave! Billy Costigan: What the fuck did I just put myself through? I'm fucking out of here. And what if that was a legitimate threat? Think about it fucking hotshot!