Michael and Dr. Friedlander - First Therapy Session Rockstar Games (Ft. Bryan Scott Johnson & Ned Luke)

[Chorus]
Dr. Friedlander: Your son, James. He's a good kid?
Michael: He's a good kid? A good kid? Why? Does he help the fuckin' poor? No. He sits on his ass all day, smoking dope and jerkin' off while he plays that fucking game. If that's our standard for goodness, then no wonder this country's screwed.

[Verse]
Dr. Friedlander: And what about you?
Michael: What about me?
(Dr. Friedlander motions his hands, wanting Michael to talk.)
Michael: Hey...
(Michael sits up straight.)
Michael: I didn't have the advantages that kid has. By the time I was his age, I'd already been in prison twice. I robbed banks. I ran whores, I smugglеd dope.
Dr. Friedlander: And you considеr them achievements?
Michael: These were the opportunities I had. At least I took 'em.
Dr. Friedlander: And where did these opportunities get you, Michael?
Michael: They got me right...
(Michael stands up and walks around the office, expressing his anger.)
Michael: ...fuckin' here! The end of the road! With a big house and a useless kid, and I'm stuck talking to you because no one else gives a shit! Oh, I'm living the dream, baby! And that dream is fucked, it is... fucking fucked!
Dr. Friedlander: Let it all out.
(Michael sits back down.)
Michael: I think I just did.
(Dr. Friedlander glances at his watch, noticing the time.)
Dr. Friedlander: Oh, well I, think that's all we have time for. Same time next week?
Michael: I guess...
(Michael stands back up and walks towards the door to leave Friedlander's office.)
Michael: I gotta tell you, I ain't too sure this shit is workin' for me.
Dr. Friedlander: Hm.
(Dr. Friedlander stands up from his chair.)
Dr. Friedlander: Well, a sense of overriding futility is a vital part of the process. Embrace it.
Michael: Whatever you say, Doc.