Jason: I hate psychiatric conventions, Maggie. Bad food, boring speeches, three days of hell. Come with me; we'll have a blast.
Maggie: As madcap as you make it sound, I can't.
Maggie: Oh, honey, you're just upset because the program committee didn't ask you to speak this year.
Jason: Upset? Maggie, please. If they want to load up their convention with trendy doctors who plug their vacuous books on Donahue, up theirs!
Maggie: That's the spirit.
Maggie: (kissing) Have a good trip.
Jason: Yeah, yeah.