(Holden and Sally are sitting in a coffee shop right next to the ice skating rink in Central Park making small talk, when Holden comes up with an idea) Holden: Sally, I got this idea. Okay so I got this idea that maybe you and I could get the hell out of here. Sally: Out of this coffee shop? Why the hell would we wanna do that? Its cold outside, and I don’t need to be home for another two hours. Holden: No, no, no! Sally, don’t be ridiculous. I meant out of this goddam town. (Sally pulls out a cigarette, lights it and rolls her eyes as she takes a puff) Holden: We could go to Massachusetts or Vermont, I heard it’s beautiful as hell up there. (Sally passes the box of cigarettes to Holden. Ignoring him. Holden takes a cigarette, lights it, and takes a puff) Holden: Wouldn’t it be grand?
Sally: Oh yeah? And What are we supposed to do for money?
Holden: I have 184 dollars saved up! Money wont be a problem, I can get a job. (Sally bursts out laughing)
Sally: Milking cows?
Holden: Well, yeah, as a start.
Sally: Holden, quit kidding around.
Holden: I’m not kidding Sally.
Sally: Have you lost your goddam mind?
Holden: No Sally! It would be great, we wouldn’t have to deal with all this bullshit from everyone. From our parents, form school, from anything! It would just be you, me and some cabin. Sally: Come on, Holden.
Holden: I’m depressed as hell here Sally, I don’t know what to do anymore. (pulls out her purse and hands Holden a business card)
Sally: Here, call this number, this is my shrink. He’s absolutely fabulous. He ain’t cheap, about 400 bucks an hour, but he’s the best in town. (Takes the card, and looks at it, Sally leans over the table and whispers something in Holden’s ear) Sally: And, he’s pretty generous when it comes to prescribing meds. Valium, Xanax, Prozac, Purkaset, Adderal, you name it. (backs away from Sally and slouches on the chair, gives Sally a mean look)...