The Racehorse Husband

"Doctor," Esther begs the psychiatrist, "you've got to help my husband. He thinks he's a racehorse. He wants to live in a stable, he walks on all fours - he even eats hay."

"I'm sure I can cure him," the shrink replies, "but it will take a long time and be very costly."

"Oh, money's no object," Esther says.

"He's already won two races."