Quote by Samuel Goldwyn

Anyone who goes to a psychiatrist should have his head examined.

Anyone who goes to a psychiatrist should have his head exami

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This quote is a humorous play on words suggesting that someone who seeks help from a psychiatrist must be crazy. It implies that only someone with mental health issues would willingly seek treatment from a psychiatrist. The statement intends to highlight the skepticism and stigma that can be associated with seeking professional help for mental well-being.

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