Therapy? Why Would I Need Therapy?

Scene: Mama Jo's master bathroom. Mama Jo and Turtle in the tub, washing off after playing in the pool. Cymber, sitting across the tub with her back up to the cabinets.

Cymber: So, I talked to Oscar and Oscar talked to his therapist and she has an appointment available next week.

Enter Papa Jo, who quickly undresses and walks in front of Cymber, with his Mr. Happy at eye level, as he crosses over to the shower.

Cymber: (distracted) Anyway, um.....I'm going to see if I can get in to see her. I really need to talk to someone.
Mama Jo: You need therapy? Why?
Cymber: (being evasive) Oh, a couple of reasons. Don't worry about it. It's nothing huge. I just think I could benefit from talking things out with a professional.
Mama Jo: Are you sure you're okay? Because now I'm thinking "What did I do wrong this time???"
Cymber: Mom, you didn't do anything wrong. Geez, narcissistic much? Not everything is about you. Besides, if it was going to be about one of you, it would be about the fact that I just got WAY too close to Daddy's Mr. Happy! Is that its name? I don't know, because we haven't been formally introduced. (Turning to face Papa Jo, whose Mr. Happy is still at eye level.) Hi, I'm Cymber. It's so nice to meet you.
Mama Jo: *laughing hysterically*
Papa Jo: Haven't been formally introduced? Considering Mr. Happy MADE you, I don't really see how you would need to be formally introduced.

End Scene.

People, I swear to G-d, this actually happened. I couldn't make this up if I tried.