Kris Kringle. who is the Santa for Macy's, tells off a quack mental health specialist also employed by the store named Sawyer. As I watched this 1947 film Miracle on 34th Street, I realized Kris may as well have been talking to Chuck Spezzano since the parallels are exact.
SAWYER: Why are you busting in here?
KRIS: Are you a licensed psychiatrist?
SAWYER: What business is it of yours?
KRIS: I have great respect for psychiatry and great contempt for amateurs who go around practicing it. You have no more right to analyze Alfred than a dentist has to remove a gallbladder!
SAWYER: I beg your pardon.
KRIS: Your job here, I gather, is to give intelligence tests passing yourself off as a psychologist. You ought to be horsewhipped, taking a normal, impressionable boy like Alfred and filling him with complexes.
SAWYER: I'm better equipped to judge that than you are.
KRIS: Just because the boy wants to be kind to children you tell him he has a guilt complex.
SAWYER: Sharing his delusion, you couldn't understand. Alfred's definitely maladjusted, and I'm helping.
KRIS: Maladjusted?! You talk about maladjusted. It seems to me the patient is running the clinic here.
SAWYER: I won't stand ... Leave this office immediately.
KRIS: Now either you stop analyzing Alfred or I go straight to Mr. Macy and tell him what a contemptible fraud you are.
SAWYER: Leave or I'll call security.
KRIS: There's only one way to handle a man like you. You won't listen to reason. You're heartless. You have no humanity.
SAWYER: Are you going to leave?
KRIS: Yes. [Bops Sawyer on the head with umbrella]
