I might be a Kate addict. And there doesn’t seem to be a cure for my addiction, and even if there were an antidote, I don’t think I’d want it. I know I wouldn’t want it. I’d refuse treatment, check myself out of the hospital against medical advice, wouldn’t even bother changing out of my gown, or those one-size-fits-all hospital skid-proof socks. Jack, you need to stay here. It’s for your own good, they’d plead. But I’d wave them all off. Because I’m happy, addiction be damned.
