(I know this one is completely in dialogue, not all of them will be. It's different, but it's an exercise I've wanted to try. Hopefully it won't scare anyone off.)
"You know Abed, you don't have to lie on the couch like that."
"I know. I like doing it. It makes me feel like Cole Sear from the Sixth Sense."
"Fine. So, Abed...let's talk about you."
"What about me?"
"Um...tell me about yourself."
"I'm twenty seven. I love movies and chocolate and cosplay games. And I thought therapy was about finding our deep, hidden truths, not reading my baseball card."
"It is! Erm...I mean...OK, you wanna get deep? Tell me about your family Abed."
"Well, Troy has been my roommate for almost two years now. We've had a couple of rifts here and there but we-"
"Abed. I said to tell me about your family."
"That's what I'm doing."
"..."
"You're going to 'aww' like Shirley and Annie now, right?"
"No! No I won't. Your weird attachment to Troy doesn't phase me because I am a physiologist."
"Cool. Coolcoolcool."
"...Abed, please tell me about your biological family."
"I'd rather not."
"And why is that, mmm?"
"There's no need to act suddenly fascinated. You already know most of the story. I don't like talking about them because it..."
"Yes?"
"It makes me sad."
"Ooh, yes! I mean...interesting. Why? What happened?"
"...My mom left when I was six. My dad got angry about that. Both of those events gradually turned me into this."
"And...what is this, exactly?"
"..."
"Abed, answer me I'm trying to give you a break through!"
"My mom left when I was six."
"I know, you told me-"
"My mom left when I was six. She left on May 31th, 1991 at 5:34 P.M. That was twenty-one years ago last Thursday. "
"Oh, Abed-"
"I don't need your pity. I don't want it. I'm setting the scene, to tell you why I am what I am."
"O-okay. Tell me."