Shrinking (2023–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Imposter Syndrome - full transcript
Man,
sometimes I'm just going about my day
and there's a sound or a smell,
and I'm back there.
And I don't mean like a memory.
I mean I'm really fucking back there...
hurting those people.
So these types of flashbacks
you're describing, super common.
That's our brain's way
of processing trauma.
Yeah, well, my brain is an asshole.
Your brain's a whole boardroom full
of assholes.
You got the judge. You got the critic.
You got that guy in the back of the room
who's saying "Eat more hot wings,"
even though you just had a huge dinner.
I hate that fucking guy.
To ever move forward,
you're gonna have to...
I'm sorry. All I can think
about right now are hot wings.
Morning. What are you guys up to?
Doing the work, like you said.
How's that going?
It sucked donkey dick.
I just told my daughter...
about the Parkinson's.
How did it go?
Well...
she's flying down here next week
to make sure I get the best possible care.
So it's kinda donkey dickish.
At least you're facing the pain.
It's important.
'Cause if you don't face the pain,
eventually it'll come back and get you
when you, uh, least expect it.
- Are you talking to me or Sean?
- I'm talking to Sean.
- 'Cause you're looking directly at me.
- I can look anywhere I want.
You're doing a great job, kid.
Thanks.
Still Sean.
Oh.
So needy. Jesus.
- But that one was for me, Paul.
- Yep.
Schwing.
Sorry.
It's just, Rick, I like you,
but the eye contact is, like, so dramatic.
I feel like I'm in a...
...like, a perfume commercial or something.
- It's all good. Um, we can loosen it up.
- Mmm.
- Okay, yeah. Mmm.
- Yeah. All right.
You okay?
I snorted, which I don't think
I've ever done before.
Um, sorry.
Maybe you should just kiss my neck.
I... I love that.
- Just kiss it.
- Okay. Let's go to the neck.
- Mmm.
- Let's go to it. Mm-hmm.
- Do you like it? Yeah?
- No.
Uh, I'm sorry, it's not you.
I was just thinking about how, like,
grody lip bacteria is.
It's actually kinda gross,
when you really think about it,
'cause it's, like, a whole ecosystem.
Well, thank you so much.
Oh, wow. Okay.
You shook hands?
Yes, I know. That's usually something
that I reserve for after sex.
What a nice gesture.
May I say that I'm flattered
that you chose to call me about this?
Yeah, well,
all my other girls know Nico.
I can't have him hearing I'm trying to
take all these dudes
to pound town right now, you know?
All I heard was
that I'm one of your girls.
This guy was so hot.
I just couldn't...
God, why is there no female version
of "get it up"?
Oh, because "juiced"
was stolen by steroids.
- What the fuck is wrong with me?
- Nothing.
You tried to have morning sex.
Who has sex in the morning?
You're not trying to trick him
into marrying you.
Okay.
Liz is picking me up again.
Ah, Liz.
She raw dogged me at the cheese store.
What do you think raw dogging means?
Well, to talk to somebody
that doesn't want to talk to you.
No.
- Hey, Paul.
- Hey, Liz.
I have something for you.
- For me?
- Mm-hmm.
Gummy bears?
My Pilates instructor's cousin's aunt
has Parkinson's,
and she says these really helped
with anxiety and tremors.
- Well, as long as it's scientific.
- Mm-hmm.
"Stankadelic."
Look, best-case scenario, it helps.
Worst-case scenario, you get a little high
and you buy another one of those hats.
Just don't take it after drinking
- or you'll vom.
- Mmm.
- Hey, uh, Liz.
- Yeah.
One more thing.
Don't raw dog me again, all right?
But...
- W-What does he think that means?
- I don't know
but he says it so confidently.
Wow. You finally bought it.
- Mm-hmm.
- Tell us.
- We will react correctly this time.
- That's right.
I'm gonna ask Charlie to marry me!
Yeah!
I believe you!
- Wow. You little monogamous slut! Wow!
- Yeah. Yeah.
So, how you gonna do it, man?
Okay, I'm gonna invite
all of our friends someplace,
and then I'm gonna pop the question
in front of them.
- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.
If he says yes, surprise engagement party.
- What are you gonna do if he says no?
- Then I have all my friends there
to console me.
Either way, I'm the center of attention.
Unfortunately, uh, our place
isn't big enough for a party.
If only I knew somebody
with a house, you know?
Why didn't you just say
we'd have the party here?
I don't know. This place hasn't
had much of a party vibe lately.
And honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready
to open our house up to the world yet.
But we're doing so much better.
We? Like...
Like, "we" like, um,
each of us as individuals
or... or "we" like a daddy-daughter unit?
I see your face.
I shouldn't have said "daddy."
Uh, father. Father-daughter unit.
Oh, I get it. You don't like it
when I say "unit".
- Nope.
- Got it.
Come on. You and Mom used to throw parties
all the time. Mom loved parties.
- Pulling the mom card, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, fine. Yes, let's do it.
- Really?
Oh, wow. Oh!
Wait, so how do surprise
engagement parties work anyways?
Here's how it's gonna work.
Charlie thinks the party is because
you won Therapist of the Year.
Wow, that's insane.
How would they even judge that, Bri?
- Yeah, that's why it's insane.
- Uh-huh.
He thinks I'm coming over early
to help you set up. Much better.
So, when he arrives, that's your cue
to sit down at the piano.
And then you'll start to play.
- Great.
- And I will sing our song,
- "You Are So Beautiful."
- Thanks, but what's the song?
"You Are So Beautiful."
You were doing a bit, but I missed it.
I'm off.
Should we postpone?
Don't. Hey, you're panicking.
- Ah.
- Breathe, breathe, breathe, Bri. Come on.
Everything goes your way, right?
See? This is why
you're Therapist of the Year.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Do you think anyone would care
if I skipped this party?
What's your deal?
My deal is old people asking me
what I do for a living.
- So?
- Oh, yes. I'm, uh...
I'm currently unemployed...
and I'm living
in my therapist's pool house
because my violent outbursts
put me in jail.
But how... how are you, Alice?
How was your summer?
Oh. Uh, my mom suddenly died,
so I spent it scream-crying.
- Sounds very fun. We went to Maine.
- Yeah.
You should still come.
I mean, if somebody asks you
a tough question,
I'll just change the subject.
I've got your back.
Okay.
- Go get dressed.
- I am dressed.
- I'll go get dressed.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, who the fuck
shows up early to a party?
Hey.
You're the first to arrive.
Wanted to beat the traffic.
I had to rush putting up my hair
so I could hear that joke again.
Oh, come on.
I haven't made that joke before.
Have I, Jimmy?
Wanted to beat the traffic.
Well, someone's
gotta get the party started.
Yeah. Come on in.
You see? Even Jimmy hates the joke.
- You gave him sad face.
- Ugh, it's just face. Come on in.
Ugh.
Hey, Dad.
Wow. You look... so beautiful.
Thanks.
Okay, do you think you can stop
before you overdo it?
- You look like a princess.
- Why?
- Let's go get a drink.
- So pretty.
- Hey, Liz.
- Hi!
Hey, Liz's husband.
- Oh! You look amazing.
- She doesn't like that.
You look like a princess.
- Oh, my God. Thank you.
- What the fuck?
So, almost everyone I invited said yes.
Only two noes. Bernadette Peters...
- He's never met her.
- Right.
It still stung.
And the other no is Paul.
He says he has something important
to do tonight.
How you doin'?
So, what have you been up to lately, Sean?
Oh, uh...
Hey, what was it like in the '70s?
- Really?
- Yeah.
Okay, well,
put your seat belts on
because, uh, this guy had a perm.
I was pretty groovy.
Also, we didn't use seat belts.
It's the truth.
Nobody cared.
The number one candy in the country
was a pack of candy cigarettes.
Kids loved 'em.
It was amazing. I had a motorcycle.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey.
Jimmy.
- Hey! Oh, my gosh. Hey.
- Hey.
- Oh, it's been forever.
- Yeah. Yeah, no kidding.
Yeah. We haven't seen you
since the funeral.
Eric. I'm sorry. He's an idiot.
How are you?
I'm doing pretty good.
- Glad to hear it.
- Really?
- You and Tia were such an amazing couple.
- Indeed.
- It's so great to see you.
- Oh, my God. You too.
- Is Nico here too?
- Oh, we... Uh, we actually got divorced.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
- No, no, no.
- No, no. It's good.
Hey, that's a lot of noes.
- That's a lot of noes. We're good.
- No.
She loved you so much.
You were so great together.
You two were such an inspiration.
Look at that. I'm fresh out.
Another tequila, please.
Make it two. I don't think
I was ready for a party.
People are fucking idiots.
God, you are preaching to the "choi-choi."
I went out with three dudes last week,
all hot as shit, okay?
And I couldn't lady-get-it-up
for any of 'em.
Oh, I've been trying to think
of a term for that.
Last night we had Mexican food
and I came up with "guac the taco."
Oh, no. I don't like that.
Mmm.
Look, maybe I'm just
not a sexual person anymore.
You know you're being batshit, right?
Libidos change.
Here you go, hon.
Derek, remember when I used to
want to fuck all the time?
Ah, yes. The salad days.
Mmm. Now, my sex window
is between 3:00 and 3:20 p.m.,
and Derek needs not
to have annoyed me that day.
- Okay.
- It does not happen often.
I think it's Charlie.
- Oh, should we hide?
- Not that kind of surprise, Liz's husband!
Oh, I thought you were busy tonight.
Why are you here?
- I don't know.
- Okay. Well, come in.
- Hmm.
- Come on.
Look who's here, everyone.
- She tried to kill me.
- What?
She tried to kill me.
Liz, can you, um...
- I didn't... Hi, hi, hi.
- Nah. Uh-uh.
- I didn't try to kill him.
- Okay.
All right. Come on. Come on.
- Come with me.
- I'm leaving.
- No. Don't go. Come on in.
- No, you can stay.
- No, I'm...
- Come on.
- Come stay. Let's get some food.
- Get a plate.
- Yeah. We're gonna get a plate.
- Jesus Christ.
3:00 to 3:20
is a really tight window, Derek.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Jimmy.
Ben! Hey, Ben, Ben, Ben.
- Oh, good hug. Good hug.
- Shh. Don't say anything.
Hey, have you met
my new girlfriend, Kiara?
Nope.
Hey. Wow. Hi. Hello. Good to meet you.
How did you guys, uh,
make this meaningful soul connection?
Funny story.
We met in church.
That is a funny story.
You're right. You called it.
Well, it's good to see you, Kiara,
for the first time ever.
Nice meeting you.
We're actually jealous
of your marriage.
Truth be told, Kim and I are
kind of relieved this year is over with.
It's... It's been a rough stretch for us.
Bet that doesn't happen when you have
a therapist in the family.
You'd be surprised.
I can't believe I used to do this for fun.
Yeah, well, pot has gotten
much stronger since the '70s.
Who's this fucking guy?
Let's do this.
Oh.
- Oh, that's much better.
- Yeah.
I am so parched.
What can we get you to drink?
- A Popsicle?
- Go get Paul a Popsicle.
- What if they don't have any Popsicles?
- Then go get one from the house.
One of my good ones?
Fine.
That waiter's a dick.
Hey. How's Cheech doing?
Not good.
This is on you too, you know.
Wh... What did I do?
You told me
I had to tell Meg that I had Parkinson's.
And now she's flying down here tomorrow
to take charge of my care.
You know, I've been wanting
to spend more time with her,
but she's so busy.
And then I tell her that I'm sick,
and she drops everything
because she feels she has to.
It's emotional blackmail.
Like you springing this proposal
on Charlie in front of all these people.
- No, my thing is not emotional blackmail.
- Uh-huh.
Is it?
It's not not that.
- See?
- Oh, my God.
- What are you laugh...
- Sorry.
I'm sorry. I took a gummy too.
Oh, my God.
No. Remember? We talked.
Ties are for wearing, remember?
We talked a lot about the tie.
I like tequila with Sprite.
- Gas station margarita, huh?
- Yeah.
- Gaby! Hey.
- Whoa. Hey.
- Can I freshen your drink?
- No,
I think I need to slow down, actually.
This is my friend, Kiara.
- Hi.
- Hi.
She helped me through a tough time.
I used to be a sex worker.
Oh.
We mostly played Uno, though,
'cause I couldn't get an erection.
Oh, my God.
- We also watched Top Chef.
- That's true.
But I'm retired.
Now I let Ben pay for everything.
Ben? You're trying to tell me
you can lady-get-it-up for that guy?
You mean grease the peach?
Now, that I like. That...
Liz. Grease the peach.
Love it.
- Ain't they cute?
- Too far.
I told you, though, old people love
talking about themselves, it's like...
Um, hello?
Pull over.
- Uh-oh, pull over.
- What the fuck?
Uh... seems
like you're drinking.
- Yeah, it's not that big of a deal, Dad.
- Oh, it isn't?
Oh, my God. Are... Are you okay?
Do you need water? Like...
What's up?
I understand that you are trying
to look cool
- in front of Sean.
- I'm not trying to look cool.
I'm not trying to look cool
in front of Sean.
Sweetie, angel,
I know that you think
that he is beautiful...
I heard it.
I heard it when you whispered.
Okay.
- Hey.
- Yes?
What did you just say to her, man?
I said,
"How fast can you run up the stairs?"
That's cute.
- Hi.
- What the hell was that?
I don't know.
What's the problem?
I've had a lot of fucking people
come up to me at this...
stupid party and tell me that, um...
Tia and I were
some sort of perfect couple.
Gaby, we were not.
At the end,
we were fighting about everything.
When I left to visit my mom,
you forgot to pick up Alice from school.
I did not forget! I was late.
Stop saying I forgot. I was late.
My God, Jimmy, you don't even know
what's going on around this house.
You are so obsessed with your work.
You know, it would be great if, for once,
I was the person who got to leave.
Are we back here again?
Then go to work, Tia. Jesus Christ.
Keep your voice down.
I think I'm feeling
like a fucking fraud, Gab.
You're not a fraud.
Now, you and I both know that
no relationship is perfect, all right?
That's how we make our living.
It was shitty for months before Tia died.
I'm s... I'm sorry that you're so unhappy,
I truly am,
but I'm really sick of being your excuse
for why you're not happy with your life.
Yeah, I'm sick of it too.
The last party we had here,
she had a look on her face.
I fucking saw it.
I don't think that
she loved me anymore, Gaby.
I'm not even sure that she liked me.
She was thinking of leaving me, Gab.
This is all based on some fucking look?
Are you serious, man? Really, all of this?
Yes, it's about a look. It's the
worst fucking look I ever saw in my life.
Okay, listen, I know you guys had
a rough patch. I know about that.
But she was not thinking about
leaving you. She would've told me.
- She would not have told you.
- Yes, she would have.
She knows you and I were close.
She would not have told you.
You have to listen to me, seriously.
Tia fucking loved you. I mean it.
Prove it.
Prove it?
How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?
Exactly.
You are acting like it's a bad thing to
expect your kids to come through for you.
Fuck that.
I'm gonna text my eldest, Matthew.
"I'm sad and blue, and if you
don't call me, I'll be so, so mad."
Send.
Oh. Decline.
Baller move.
Look, I wiped their butts,
I looked over their homework,
I went to all their long-ass,
boring baseball games.
I love baseball.
Baseball's awful.
I was there for them,
so they better be there for me.
I've earned it.
Well, I didn't earn it.
She was so little
when her mom and I split.
I should've been there for her,
but I wasn't.
Okay, it sounds like you fucked up.
- Mmm.
- She's showing up for you anyway.
If I were you, I wouldn't be feeling
sorry for myself. I'd be feeling grateful.
Yeah.
Good. Done.
I need something crunchy
and cheese-flavored.
Derek?
- Who's Derek?
- The waiter.
Derek?
Hey, wanna talk about it?
- Nope.
- Cool. Neither do I.
Okay.
This song will definitely cheer you up.
Charlie, you're finally here!
I stopped to buy Jimmy a card.
Oh. So nice.
Ooh. Ow. What is happening?
All will be revealed.
Where the fuck is Jimmy?
Oh! Hey-oh. Here we go. Ready?
Jimmy, now. It's showtime.
I'm here.
Okay. All right.
Charlie,
tonight is a celebration,
but it's not what you think.
Mmm, okay. Ready?
Here we go.
Come on. A little faster.
Here we go, buddy.
Not a duet.
Oh, my God.
I threw up.
We know, bud.
Okay, we're gonna need a minute. We...
- Oh, my God.
- Holy schnikes.
Never mind. Everything's ruined.
Yeah, tha... Party's over.
Wasn't that nice?
Okay. Uh, everybody needs to look away.
Come on.
- Gaby?
- What?
- I threw up.
- I know. I saw it, and I can smell it.
Let's go, wiener.
- I'm too high for this shit.
- I'm not high enough.
Poor Jimmy. And on his big night.
Fuck Jimmy.
This was supposed to be our big night.
That was supposed to be
a surprise proposal.
This whole night was hell to plan.
Barely anybody helped me.
Bernadette Peters sent
an obvious form email
that she probably sends to all
the gay guys who invite her to parties,
and then Jimmy turned into the girl
from the goddamn Exorcist.
What a giant fucking disaster.
Yes.
Yes? Yes,
it's a giant fucking disaster, or...
I will marry you.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Wait, I was supposed to
show you this first.
It's beautiful.
Put it on.
Congratulations.
You want some advice about
how to keep your marriage together
and keep your daughter
from becoming estranged?
- Ooh, no, I don't...
- You know...
Stay open, stay open.
If your defenses come up, you're fucked.
But two vulnerable people
will always find a way to connect.
Sean, I'm fine.
You don't have to stay. Go have fun.
I am having fun. This is fun.
I'm with you.
And where is this?
- Alice, whoa. Whoa.
- I'm sorry. It's cool, it's cool.
- I just thought...
- Hey, you're just a kid.
I should go.
- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
- I'm gonna go.
- It's okay.
- I... I really didn't...
No, no, no, no, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Fuck!
Hello?
Hi.
You good?
- Oh, I feel great.
- Oh, good. Okay, good.
- I gargled.
- Yeah.
- I showered and, uh, I took a bath.
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Uh, I might've fallen asleep in there.
I think you did. I mean,
you've been up here for an hour, so...
- Oh, good. Maybe everyone forgot.
- No. Oh, my God.
- It was just a murder scene down there.
- Fuck.
Anyway, now that you seem to be coherent
and, uh, better,
maybe you might wanna munch on this shit.
That was my birthday.
It was two weeks before Tia died.
Look at the love in her eyes.
She's, like, obsessed with you.
You're so worried about a look?
How about that look?
And you know what?
It's fucking baby-bitch bullshit
that you think that
she wouldn't have told me.
I knew it all, Jimmy,
and not just, like, the good stuff.
She told me about how you didn't
pull your weight when Alice was born.
- Yeah.
- She told me about that couple
you guys almost hooked up with
at that alien-themed bar in Reno.
- Oh, ye... That was...
- What?
Gonna be fun.
I'm just saying if she was gonna
leave you, she would've told me.
All right? So you gotta stop torturing
yourself with this shit, you know?
I honestly think
that this is just another thing
that's easier for you to focus on
other than the sad fact that Tia is gone.
But Jimmy, she loved you
so much.
This photo's the proof.
- Thanks. Thanks so much.
- Of course.
- Come here.
- It's all so fucking stupid.
No, it's okay. Come here. It's good.
Thanks. You're... You're an amazing friend.
No, I know. No shit.
sometimes I'm just going about my day
and there's a sound or a smell,
and I'm back there.
And I don't mean like a memory.
I mean I'm really fucking back there...
hurting those people.
So these types of flashbacks
you're describing, super common.
That's our brain's way
of processing trauma.
Yeah, well, my brain is an asshole.
Your brain's a whole boardroom full
of assholes.
You got the judge. You got the critic.
You got that guy in the back of the room
who's saying "Eat more hot wings,"
even though you just had a huge dinner.
I hate that fucking guy.
To ever move forward,
you're gonna have to...
I'm sorry. All I can think
about right now are hot wings.
Morning. What are you guys up to?
Doing the work, like you said.
How's that going?
It sucked donkey dick.
I just told my daughter...
about the Parkinson's.
How did it go?
Well...
she's flying down here next week
to make sure I get the best possible care.
So it's kinda donkey dickish.
At least you're facing the pain.
It's important.
'Cause if you don't face the pain,
eventually it'll come back and get you
when you, uh, least expect it.
- Are you talking to me or Sean?
- I'm talking to Sean.
- 'Cause you're looking directly at me.
- I can look anywhere I want.
You're doing a great job, kid.
Thanks.
Still Sean.
Oh.
So needy. Jesus.
- But that one was for me, Paul.
- Yep.
Schwing.
Sorry.
It's just, Rick, I like you,
but the eye contact is, like, so dramatic.
I feel like I'm in a...
...like, a perfume commercial or something.
- It's all good. Um, we can loosen it up.
- Mmm.
- Okay, yeah. Mmm.
- Yeah. All right.
You okay?
I snorted, which I don't think
I've ever done before.
Um, sorry.
Maybe you should just kiss my neck.
I... I love that.
- Just kiss it.
- Okay. Let's go to the neck.
- Mmm.
- Let's go to it. Mm-hmm.
- Do you like it? Yeah?
- No.
Uh, I'm sorry, it's not you.
I was just thinking about how, like,
grody lip bacteria is.
It's actually kinda gross,
when you really think about it,
'cause it's, like, a whole ecosystem.
Well, thank you so much.
Oh, wow. Okay.
You shook hands?
Yes, I know. That's usually something
that I reserve for after sex.
What a nice gesture.
May I say that I'm flattered
that you chose to call me about this?
Yeah, well,
all my other girls know Nico.
I can't have him hearing I'm trying to
take all these dudes
to pound town right now, you know?
All I heard was
that I'm one of your girls.
This guy was so hot.
I just couldn't...
God, why is there no female version
of "get it up"?
Oh, because "juiced"
was stolen by steroids.
- What the fuck is wrong with me?
- Nothing.
You tried to have morning sex.
Who has sex in the morning?
You're not trying to trick him
into marrying you.
Okay.
Liz is picking me up again.
Ah, Liz.
She raw dogged me at the cheese store.
What do you think raw dogging means?
Well, to talk to somebody
that doesn't want to talk to you.
No.
- Hey, Paul.
- Hey, Liz.
I have something for you.
- For me?
- Mm-hmm.
Gummy bears?
My Pilates instructor's cousin's aunt
has Parkinson's,
and she says these really helped
with anxiety and tremors.
- Well, as long as it's scientific.
- Mm-hmm.
"Stankadelic."
Look, best-case scenario, it helps.
Worst-case scenario, you get a little high
and you buy another one of those hats.
Just don't take it after drinking
- or you'll vom.
- Mmm.
- Hey, uh, Liz.
- Yeah.
One more thing.
Don't raw dog me again, all right?
But...
- W-What does he think that means?
- I don't know
but he says it so confidently.
Wow. You finally bought it.
- Mm-hmm.
- Tell us.
- We will react correctly this time.
- That's right.
I'm gonna ask Charlie to marry me!
Yeah!
I believe you!
- Wow. You little monogamous slut! Wow!
- Yeah. Yeah.
So, how you gonna do it, man?
Okay, I'm gonna invite
all of our friends someplace,
and then I'm gonna pop the question
in front of them.
- Yeah.
- Uh-huh.
If he says yes, surprise engagement party.
- What are you gonna do if he says no?
- Then I have all my friends there
to console me.
Either way, I'm the center of attention.
Unfortunately, uh, our place
isn't big enough for a party.
If only I knew somebody
with a house, you know?
Why didn't you just say
we'd have the party here?
I don't know. This place hasn't
had much of a party vibe lately.
And honestly, I'm not sure I'm ready
to open our house up to the world yet.
But we're doing so much better.
We? Like...
Like, "we" like, um,
each of us as individuals
or... or "we" like a daddy-daughter unit?
I see your face.
I shouldn't have said "daddy."
Uh, father. Father-daughter unit.
Oh, I get it. You don't like it
when I say "unit".
- Nope.
- Got it.
Come on. You and Mom used to throw parties
all the time. Mom loved parties.
- Pulling the mom card, huh?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, fine. Yes, let's do it.
- Really?
Oh, wow. Oh!
Wait, so how do surprise
engagement parties work anyways?
Here's how it's gonna work.
Charlie thinks the party is because
you won Therapist of the Year.
Wow, that's insane.
How would they even judge that, Bri?
- Yeah, that's why it's insane.
- Uh-huh.
He thinks I'm coming over early
to help you set up. Much better.
So, when he arrives, that's your cue
to sit down at the piano.
And then you'll start to play.
- Great.
- And I will sing our song,
- "You Are So Beautiful."
- Thanks, but what's the song?
"You Are So Beautiful."
You were doing a bit, but I missed it.
I'm off.
Should we postpone?
Don't. Hey, you're panicking.
- Ah.
- Breathe, breathe, breathe, Bri. Come on.
Everything goes your way, right?
See? This is why
you're Therapist of the Year.
- Hey.
- Hey.
Do you think anyone would care
if I skipped this party?
What's your deal?
My deal is old people asking me
what I do for a living.
- So?
- Oh, yes. I'm, uh...
I'm currently unemployed...
and I'm living
in my therapist's pool house
because my violent outbursts
put me in jail.
But how... how are you, Alice?
How was your summer?
Oh. Uh, my mom suddenly died,
so I spent it scream-crying.
- Sounds very fun. We went to Maine.
- Yeah.
You should still come.
I mean, if somebody asks you
a tough question,
I'll just change the subject.
I've got your back.
Okay.
- Go get dressed.
- I am dressed.
- I'll go get dressed.
- Mm-hmm.
Oh, who the fuck
shows up early to a party?
Hey.
You're the first to arrive.
Wanted to beat the traffic.
I had to rush putting up my hair
so I could hear that joke again.
Oh, come on.
I haven't made that joke before.
Have I, Jimmy?
Wanted to beat the traffic.
Well, someone's
gotta get the party started.
Yeah. Come on in.
You see? Even Jimmy hates the joke.
- You gave him sad face.
- Ugh, it's just face. Come on in.
Ugh.
Hey, Dad.
Wow. You look... so beautiful.
Thanks.
Okay, do you think you can stop
before you overdo it?
- You look like a princess.
- Why?
- Let's go get a drink.
- So pretty.
- Hey, Liz.
- Hi!
Hey, Liz's husband.
- Oh! You look amazing.
- She doesn't like that.
You look like a princess.
- Oh, my God. Thank you.
- What the fuck?
So, almost everyone I invited said yes.
Only two noes. Bernadette Peters...
- He's never met her.
- Right.
It still stung.
And the other no is Paul.
He says he has something important
to do tonight.
How you doin'?
So, what have you been up to lately, Sean?
Oh, uh...
Hey, what was it like in the '70s?
- Really?
- Yeah.
Okay, well,
put your seat belts on
because, uh, this guy had a perm.
I was pretty groovy.
Also, we didn't use seat belts.
It's the truth.
Nobody cared.
The number one candy in the country
was a pack of candy cigarettes.
Kids loved 'em.
It was amazing. I had a motorcycle.
- Hey, Jimmy.
- Hey.
Jimmy.
- Hey! Oh, my gosh. Hey.
- Hey.
- Oh, it's been forever.
- Yeah. Yeah, no kidding.
Yeah. We haven't seen you
since the funeral.
Eric. I'm sorry. He's an idiot.
How are you?
I'm doing pretty good.
- Glad to hear it.
- Really?
- You and Tia were such an amazing couple.
- Indeed.
- It's so great to see you.
- Oh, my God. You too.
- Is Nico here too?
- Oh, we... Uh, we actually got divorced.
Oh, no. Oh, no, no.
- No, no, no.
- No, no. It's good.
Hey, that's a lot of noes.
- That's a lot of noes. We're good.
- No.
She loved you so much.
You were so great together.
You two were such an inspiration.
Look at that. I'm fresh out.
Another tequila, please.
Make it two. I don't think
I was ready for a party.
People are fucking idiots.
God, you are preaching to the "choi-choi."
I went out with three dudes last week,
all hot as shit, okay?
And I couldn't lady-get-it-up
for any of 'em.
Oh, I've been trying to think
of a term for that.
Last night we had Mexican food
and I came up with "guac the taco."
Oh, no. I don't like that.
Mmm.
Look, maybe I'm just
not a sexual person anymore.
You know you're being batshit, right?
Libidos change.
Here you go, hon.
Derek, remember when I used to
want to fuck all the time?
Ah, yes. The salad days.
Mmm. Now, my sex window
is between 3:00 and 3:20 p.m.,
and Derek needs not
to have annoyed me that day.
- Okay.
- It does not happen often.
I think it's Charlie.
- Oh, should we hide?
- Not that kind of surprise, Liz's husband!
Oh, I thought you were busy tonight.
Why are you here?
- I don't know.
- Okay. Well, come in.
- Hmm.
- Come on.
Look who's here, everyone.
- She tried to kill me.
- What?
She tried to kill me.
Liz, can you, um...
- I didn't... Hi, hi, hi.
- Nah. Uh-uh.
- I didn't try to kill him.
- Okay.
All right. Come on. Come on.
- Come with me.
- I'm leaving.
- No. Don't go. Come on in.
- No, you can stay.
- No, I'm...
- Come on.
- Come stay. Let's get some food.
- Get a plate.
- Yeah. We're gonna get a plate.
- Jesus Christ.
3:00 to 3:20
is a really tight window, Derek.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Jimmy.
Ben! Hey, Ben, Ben, Ben.
- Oh, good hug. Good hug.
- Shh. Don't say anything.
Hey, have you met
my new girlfriend, Kiara?
Nope.
Hey. Wow. Hi. Hello. Good to meet you.
How did you guys, uh,
make this meaningful soul connection?
Funny story.
We met in church.
That is a funny story.
You're right. You called it.
Well, it's good to see you, Kiara,
for the first time ever.
Nice meeting you.
We're actually jealous
of your marriage.
Truth be told, Kim and I are
kind of relieved this year is over with.
It's... It's been a rough stretch for us.
Bet that doesn't happen when you have
a therapist in the family.
You'd be surprised.
I can't believe I used to do this for fun.
Yeah, well, pot has gotten
much stronger since the '70s.
Who's this fucking guy?
Let's do this.
Oh.
- Oh, that's much better.
- Yeah.
I am so parched.
What can we get you to drink?
- A Popsicle?
- Go get Paul a Popsicle.
- What if they don't have any Popsicles?
- Then go get one from the house.
One of my good ones?
Fine.
That waiter's a dick.
Hey. How's Cheech doing?
Not good.
This is on you too, you know.
Wh... What did I do?
You told me
I had to tell Meg that I had Parkinson's.
And now she's flying down here tomorrow
to take charge of my care.
You know, I've been wanting
to spend more time with her,
but she's so busy.
And then I tell her that I'm sick,
and she drops everything
because she feels she has to.
It's emotional blackmail.
Like you springing this proposal
on Charlie in front of all these people.
- No, my thing is not emotional blackmail.
- Uh-huh.
Is it?
It's not not that.
- See?
- Oh, my God.
- What are you laugh...
- Sorry.
I'm sorry. I took a gummy too.
Oh, my God.
No. Remember? We talked.
Ties are for wearing, remember?
We talked a lot about the tie.
I like tequila with Sprite.
- Gas station margarita, huh?
- Yeah.
- Gaby! Hey.
- Whoa. Hey.
- Can I freshen your drink?
- No,
I think I need to slow down, actually.
This is my friend, Kiara.
- Hi.
- Hi.
She helped me through a tough time.
I used to be a sex worker.
Oh.
We mostly played Uno, though,
'cause I couldn't get an erection.
Oh, my God.
- We also watched Top Chef.
- That's true.
But I'm retired.
Now I let Ben pay for everything.
Ben? You're trying to tell me
you can lady-get-it-up for that guy?
You mean grease the peach?
Now, that I like. That...
Liz. Grease the peach.
Love it.
- Ain't they cute?
- Too far.
I told you, though, old people love
talking about themselves, it's like...
Um, hello?
Pull over.
- Uh-oh, pull over.
- What the fuck?
Uh... seems
like you're drinking.
- Yeah, it's not that big of a deal, Dad.
- Oh, it isn't?
Oh, my God. Are... Are you okay?
Do you need water? Like...
What's up?
I understand that you are trying
to look cool
- in front of Sean.
- I'm not trying to look cool.
I'm not trying to look cool
in front of Sean.
Sweetie, angel,
I know that you think
that he is beautiful...
I heard it.
I heard it when you whispered.
Okay.
- Hey.
- Yes?
What did you just say to her, man?
I said,
"How fast can you run up the stairs?"
That's cute.
- Hi.
- What the hell was that?
I don't know.
What's the problem?
I've had a lot of fucking people
come up to me at this...
stupid party and tell me that, um...
Tia and I were
some sort of perfect couple.
Gaby, we were not.
At the end,
we were fighting about everything.
When I left to visit my mom,
you forgot to pick up Alice from school.
I did not forget! I was late.
Stop saying I forgot. I was late.
My God, Jimmy, you don't even know
what's going on around this house.
You are so obsessed with your work.
You know, it would be great if, for once,
I was the person who got to leave.
Are we back here again?
Then go to work, Tia. Jesus Christ.
Keep your voice down.
I think I'm feeling
like a fucking fraud, Gab.
You're not a fraud.
Now, you and I both know that
no relationship is perfect, all right?
That's how we make our living.
It was shitty for months before Tia died.
I'm s... I'm sorry that you're so unhappy,
I truly am,
but I'm really sick of being your excuse
for why you're not happy with your life.
Yeah, I'm sick of it too.
The last party we had here,
she had a look on her face.
I fucking saw it.
I don't think that
she loved me anymore, Gaby.
I'm not even sure that she liked me.
She was thinking of leaving me, Gab.
This is all based on some fucking look?
Are you serious, man? Really, all of this?
Yes, it's about a look. It's the
worst fucking look I ever saw in my life.
Okay, listen, I know you guys had
a rough patch. I know about that.
But she was not thinking about
leaving you. She would've told me.
- She would not have told you.
- Yes, she would have.
She knows you and I were close.
She would not have told you.
You have to listen to me, seriously.
Tia fucking loved you. I mean it.
Prove it.
Prove it?
How the fuck am I supposed to prove it?
Exactly.
You are acting like it's a bad thing to
expect your kids to come through for you.
Fuck that.
I'm gonna text my eldest, Matthew.
"I'm sad and blue, and if you
don't call me, I'll be so, so mad."
Send.
Oh. Decline.
Baller move.
Look, I wiped their butts,
I looked over their homework,
I went to all their long-ass,
boring baseball games.
I love baseball.
Baseball's awful.
I was there for them,
so they better be there for me.
I've earned it.
Well, I didn't earn it.
She was so little
when her mom and I split.
I should've been there for her,
but I wasn't.
Okay, it sounds like you fucked up.
- Mmm.
- She's showing up for you anyway.
If I were you, I wouldn't be feeling
sorry for myself. I'd be feeling grateful.
Yeah.
Good. Done.
I need something crunchy
and cheese-flavored.
Derek?
- Who's Derek?
- The waiter.
Derek?
Hey, wanna talk about it?
- Nope.
- Cool. Neither do I.
Okay.
This song will definitely cheer you up.
Charlie, you're finally here!
I stopped to buy Jimmy a card.
Oh. So nice.
Ooh. Ow. What is happening?
All will be revealed.
Where the fuck is Jimmy?
Oh! Hey-oh. Here we go. Ready?
Jimmy, now. It's showtime.
I'm here.
Okay. All right.
Charlie,
tonight is a celebration,
but it's not what you think.
Mmm, okay. Ready?
Here we go.
Come on. A little faster.
Here we go, buddy.
Not a duet.
Oh, my God.
I threw up.
We know, bud.
Okay, we're gonna need a minute. We...
- Oh, my God.
- Holy schnikes.
Never mind. Everything's ruined.
Yeah, tha... Party's over.
Wasn't that nice?
Okay. Uh, everybody needs to look away.
Come on.
- Gaby?
- What?
- I threw up.
- I know. I saw it, and I can smell it.
Let's go, wiener.
- I'm too high for this shit.
- I'm not high enough.
Poor Jimmy. And on his big night.
Fuck Jimmy.
This was supposed to be our big night.
That was supposed to be
a surprise proposal.
This whole night was hell to plan.
Barely anybody helped me.
Bernadette Peters sent
an obvious form email
that she probably sends to all
the gay guys who invite her to parties,
and then Jimmy turned into the girl
from the goddamn Exorcist.
What a giant fucking disaster.
Yes.
Yes? Yes,
it's a giant fucking disaster, or...
I will marry you.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Wait, I was supposed to
show you this first.
It's beautiful.
Put it on.
Congratulations.
You want some advice about
how to keep your marriage together
and keep your daughter
from becoming estranged?
- Ooh, no, I don't...
- You know...
Stay open, stay open.
If your defenses come up, you're fucked.
But two vulnerable people
will always find a way to connect.
Sean, I'm fine.
You don't have to stay. Go have fun.
I am having fun. This is fun.
I'm with you.
And where is this?
- Alice, whoa. Whoa.
- I'm sorry. It's cool, it's cool.
- I just thought...
- Hey, you're just a kid.
I should go.
- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry.
- I'm gonna go.
- It's okay.
- I... I really didn't...
No, no, no, no, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!
Fuck!
Hello?
Hi.
You good?
- Oh, I feel great.
- Oh, good. Okay, good.
- I gargled.
- Yeah.
- I showered and, uh, I took a bath.
- Yeah.
- Good.
- Uh, I might've fallen asleep in there.
I think you did. I mean,
you've been up here for an hour, so...
- Oh, good. Maybe everyone forgot.
- No. Oh, my God.
- It was just a murder scene down there.
- Fuck.
Anyway, now that you seem to be coherent
and, uh, better,
maybe you might wanna munch on this shit.
That was my birthday.
It was two weeks before Tia died.
Look at the love in her eyes.
She's, like, obsessed with you.
You're so worried about a look?
How about that look?
And you know what?
It's fucking baby-bitch bullshit
that you think that
she wouldn't have told me.
I knew it all, Jimmy,
and not just, like, the good stuff.
She told me about how you didn't
pull your weight when Alice was born.
- Yeah.
- She told me about that couple
you guys almost hooked up with
at that alien-themed bar in Reno.
- Oh, ye... That was...
- What?
Gonna be fun.
I'm just saying if she was gonna
leave you, she would've told me.
All right? So you gotta stop torturing
yourself with this shit, you know?
I honestly think
that this is just another thing
that's easier for you to focus on
other than the sad fact that Tia is gone.
But Jimmy, she loved you
so much.
This photo's the proof.
- Thanks. Thanks so much.
- Of course.
- Come here.
- It's all so fucking stupid.
No, it's okay. Come here. It's good.
Thanks. You're... You're an amazing friend.
No, I know. No shit.