I’d like to commend Ingrid Bergman: when you’re psychoanalyzing Gregory Peck as the possible murderer of the man he’s currently impersonating under the influence of amnesia, and you’re asking yourself how many times you could get away with making out with him under pretext of furthering the cure, the answer is, exactly that many.

“Women make the best psychoanalysts until they fall in love. After that they make the best patients.”
Dr. Brulov to Constance, Spellbound