"Aaaannnd a very merry old morning to you," said Venkman after Hunk's greeting, letting the first word extend with him as he gave his chair a lazy celebratory swivel.

His elbows came to rest on the desk, hands folded casually over each other, and then he shrugged at his patient's next words. "I for one have given up on following the yellow brick road to normality with this place. Returns are better when you don't expect so much," he commented, keeping his tone blasé.

"Doesn't mean you get off the hook so easy, though, so don't go thinkin' ding dong therapy's dead on me now," he continued after a moment, picking up and shaking a pen loosely in Hunk's direction. "'Cause I believe there's still some normal left for you somewhere, buddy — maybe somewhere over the rainbow. Who knows?" he said, punctuating the word "rainbow" with a quick arc of the pen in front of him.

"So they sent you off to see the doctor." Venkman shrugged, looking for a reaction from Hunk. "What do you want to talk about today?"