Joking About Mental Health Prints

'You have mild depression -- I'm writing you a prescription for lunch at 'Hooters.''

'...I already have 26 cats, why not 27...'

'You've got bats alright...now we'll just have to determine what kind.'

"So I'm perfectly healthy? That's good but will I still be able to research symptoms online and panic?"

Psychobabbling brook.

T-Shirt reads: 'Out of mind, I won't be back.'

'Do you know how much it cost me to LEARN all this psychobabble?'

'Look at you. You're a basket case.'

"Now, let’s talk about your attachment issues."

"Legally, I have the right to talk as slowly and boringly about all your options as I want."

Man Gives Computer Therapy/

'I wonder if you'd go out with me. I've always wanted to go to couples therapy.'

'Actually, I'm a placebo psychiatrist.'

"Every now and then, I get an overpowering urge to wear a cowbell."

Psychobabble.

"So, Michael, any pesticidal thoughts today?"

Fakir Shrink.

"Therapist: Six couches no waiting"

Bob's mother drove him crazy - but at least she came to visit.

'I think Mr. Teddy's getting too dependent on me.'

Shrink's Summer Job

'The bartender referred me to a shoe shine boy, and the shoe shine boy referred me to you.'

"Westwood psychiatric group... How may I direct your cry for help?"

"I don't feel like I'm making any progress, it's like I'm just chasing my tail again."

Are you getting enough "me" time, Al? Oh, more than enough, Doctor

'Oh, Freud is too darn hard to read -- I switched to Dr. Phil years ago.'

'My therapist suggested I redirect my anger into landscaping and gardening!'

'Your case is extremely interesting...and I would like to get it produced...it will be a comedy.'

'Miss Caldwell, call security and send in the kleptomaniac.'

Psychologist warns patient about his fish. 'Careful...the gold one is passive-aggressive.'

'Well - the layman's terminology for your condition is 'nutty as an acorn''

'It's paranoia, but a very benign form - he thinks Al Gore is out to get him.'

'Maybe all I really need is a hug.'

It's called Pagliacci therapy, Al. We're going to replace all of your petty little neuroses with one big, healthy, all-consuming fear of clowns.

"You're not the first patient I've had who thinks he's a dog, Mr Buxton, so please, get up on the couch."