Lambeau makes a sound. The Hypnotist shushes him [Lambeau] with his [Hypnotist's] finger. Tom returns to his note-taking.
HYPNOTIST:
Where is it touching you?
WILL:
Down there.
(indicating genitals) And I'm nervous.
HYPNOTIST:
You don't have to be nervous, Will.
Lambeau and the Therapist trade looks. This is working.
WILL:
'Cause I'm not ready.
(calming) But the figure tells me everything's gonna be all right. 'Cause the figure's a Libra too. And we start dancin' and it's beautiful-- Will breaks into song at full volume.
WILL:
"SKY ROCKETS IN FLIGHT!"
LAMBEAU:
(getting up) Oh Jesus.
The Hypnotist gets up and starts heading towards the door.
Will is still singing from "Sky Rockets."
LAMBEAU:
Wait a minute, Barry.
HYPNOTIST:
I have better ways to spend my time.
He is gone. Will stops singing, laughs.
LAMBEAU:
Oh, for God's sake, Will.
WILL:
Oh, come on! You're not pinnin' this one on me. He left, I wanted to talk to him for another twenty minutes. I was havin' fun.
LAMBEAU:
I told you to cooperate with these people.
WILL:
C'mon, that guy was a f***in' piece of work.
Will gets up and adopts a hypnotic persona in front of Lambeau.
WILL:
(spooky voice) Look into my eyes. I don't need therapy.
LAMBEAU:
Get out, Will.
WILL:
Okay... don't forget to get another therapist for next week.
