Now, where was I? Oh, yes: A leering grin spreads across Dean's face as he realizes, "You're my shrink? Lucky me!" "And you're my paranoid schizophrenic with a narcissistic personality disorder and religious psychosis!" Doctor Foghat grins back, not missing a beat, and since I can't pretend I don't know that the ensuing conversation takes place solely in Dean's head, and since nothing Dean says to himself here has any bearing on subsequent events in the episode, I'll simply note that Michelle Harrison's doing a terrific job subtly matching Jensen Ackles's tone, timing, and general energy levels, so that the character she's playing ends up, in retrospect (or upon second viewing, or whatever), seeming like an entirely reasonable external embodiment of the voice he would have in his head when he's sparring with himself, while not at the same time coming off as some totally weird perfect female version of Dean. "[A-him!]" Yes, Raoul? You have something to add? "I do! That makes absolutely no sense whatsoever!" Oh, go tell it to your own self -- it made sense in my head. "Hee!"

ANY-way, a little while later, Our Intrepid Heroes meet in the hallway for a brief processing summit that's rudely interrupted when the asylum's resident nymphomaniac sidles on over to Dashing El Deano to shove her tongue down his throat. Lucky bitch. "I was just thinking the exact same thing!" Funny how that works, isn't it, Raoul? "It is!" And once the unsanitary exchange of bodily fluids is done, and after Nancy The Nympho's sauntered off down the hall, Dean -- who moments before had been grumbling about getting the hell out of that nuthouse as quickly as possible -- turns back to his brother to beam, "Maybe this place isn't so bad, after all!" "Dood," Sam doods, "you cannot hit that." Heh.