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Psychiatrist: Goodbye Mr. er ... um ... er ... Just keep taking those tablets and you'll be all right in no time. Next please. Good morning, Mrs. er ... your first visit, is it?
Mrs. Parkinson: Yes, doctor.
Psychiatrist: I see. Well, let me just fill in this fomp3. Name?
Mrs. Parkinson: Parkinson. Enid Parkinson. (Crunch) Mrs.
Psychiatrist: So you're married, Mrs. Parkinson.
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Yes.
Psychiatrist: I see. Now, your date of birth, please.
Mrs. Parkinson: Wednesday the twelfth of June.
Psychiatrist: No, not your birthday, Mrs. Parkinson. Your date of birth.
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Twelfth of June 1946. But not a word to my husband, mind, he thinks it was 1956.
Psychiatrist: 1946. Right. Now, What seems to be the trouble?
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Well, it's nothing very much, doctor. It's just that (crunch) I can't stop (crunch) eating these crisps (crunch).
Psychiatrist: Yes, I had noticed that you seemed to be getting through rather a lot of them. Er ... do you mind picking up those two empty bags off the floor, please? Thank you. Now, when did this problem start?
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) About six months ago. My husband and I won a. huge box of crisps in a talent competition. And we've not been able (crunch) to stop eating them ever since. It's costing us a fortune. (Crunch)
Psychiatrist: I see. Now, what do you think about when you're eating these crisps?
Mrs. Parkinson: More (crunch) crisps.
Psychiatrist: I see. And what do the crisps remind you of?
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Potatoes. (Crunch) Potato crisps. (Crunch) All nice, crisp and golden brown with plenty of salt on them.
Psychiatrist: I see. But don't they remind you of anything else?
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Cheese. Cheese crisps. Cheddar crisps. Roquefort crisps. Edam crisps. Oh, I'd definitely say they remind me of cheese.
Psychiatrist: Yes, they certainly seem to do that. Does anything else come to mind when you're eating these vast amounts of crisps?
Mrs. Parkinson: Not much, apart from crisps, doctor. (Crunch) If I'm really on fomp3 I can work up an appetite for, oh, paprika crisps, or shrimp crisps or even ham and bacon crisps.
Psychiatrist: And have you made any effort to stop eating these crisps?
Mrs. Parkinson: Oh, no. I wouldn't want to (crunch) eat anything else. I like my crisps.
Psychiatrist: But if you don't want to stop eating them, why come to a psychiatrist?
Mrs. Parkinson: (Crunch) Well, it's the noise, doctor. (Crunch) My husband complains he can't hear the telly. And the neighbors bang on the walls late at night. (Crunch) Say they can't sleep. I've offered them a whole box so that ... so that they can do the same, but (crunch) they say they'd rather sleep.
Psychiatrist: I should have thought earplugs would have been a more sensible thing to offer them.
Mrs. Parkinson: Earplugs! That's it! The problem's solved. (Crunch) Thank you. Thank you very much, doctor.
Psychiatrist: Er ... Mrs ... um ...
Mrs. Parkinson: Parkinson.
Psychiatrist: Parkinson, yes. Er ... could I have a crisp?
Mrs. Parkinson: Certainly, (crunch) doctor. Here, have a couple of bags.
Psychiatrist: Oh, thank you, Mrs. Parkinson. Oh, paprika with cheese. (Crunch) Thank you so much and good day. (Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch)