Zweig: Now...let's talk about your father.
Marge: [hurried] Sure. OK, I'll talk about father...Father Christmas.
That's what they call Santa Claus in England. They drive on the
wrong side of the road there. Now _that's_ crazy. [laughs
nervously] People are always saying how small England is but you
couldn't fit it all in here, not by a long shot. [laughs again]
You know what? I'm cured. [gets up to leave]
Zweig: Marge, get back here and tell me about your father.
Marge: OK. OK, but you're going to make a big deal out of this. He was
a pilot.
Zweig: A pilot?! This _is_ a big deal.
Marge: You see?
-- Self-fulfilling prophecies., "Fear of Flying"
