I wonder how Bob Kelso might work out as Duckat's therapist:
"I don't want to sound insensitive, Sport, but if I have to hear the sob story of how your daughter was killed by your own toady one more time I'm gonna lose my lunch. You're not the only one with kid problems, you know - my son wears assless chaps to work and slurps raktajino out of some Cardassian guy's forhead spoon. But do you hear me whining?
So if you want to talk about Ziyal again, just remember this riddle - What has two thumbs and doesn't give a Vole's ass? Bob Kelso, that's what!
Fine, fine, go crawling back to Perry Cox and beg him to be your therapist; no skin off my ass. After all, I like Perry as much as the next guy - which is to say, not at all - so let's just finish up this session so I can go and get a pudding cup from that cute little chubby girl in the replimat. It's tapioca day!"