triumph of the will

I'm feeling like crap today, edna. call my doctor.
I can't, stanley. he doesn't take our insurance.
whaddya mean he doesn't take it?
he says it doesn't pay him enough.
so he won't take it? so now what do I do? I'm sick.
you'll have to just live with it, stanley.
well what good is this health insurance then?
it's comforting, stanley. don't you see?
yeah, until I need it, right?
exactly dear. that's all you're paying for: the illusion that your health care will be paid for.
that makes me feel so much better, edna.
I'm glad something does, dear.