Petunia Page #2

OK.

Just know, this is the voice

that you're going to be hearing

for the rest of your life.

Ah...

Oh...

I love you.

Ah...

Oh.

I wish you would quit breathing so loud.

- Hey, Michael

- No, don't talk.

Just take in the moment.

Absorb the beauty.

Come on.

I miss New York.

Already?

I cannot function outside the city, OK?

Besides, it smells like dead fish out there.

And I prefer my fish to be live.

And in tanks.

Vivian, you're gonna be fine.

No fish.

No sushi.

Just me...

Me and my body.

OK. Can you not stare

at me for a little while?

I'm trying to find myself.

You're right here.

No, the book on tape, or whatever.

You know what?

I'm gonna go.

I'm gonna jazzercise.

Jazzercise?

Oh, my God.

It's a Molton Miller.

Oh, this is a classic.

It's an ass.

It's art.

No, this is going to be worth

a lot of money someday.

I read about him in an art blog.

It's still an ass.

You know who needs this ass?

Charlie.

Yeah, Charlie needs this ass.

He is so gonna love this ass.

Yeah.

Wow...

Talk about overdressed, eh?

Walking with a swagger.

He's got that whole vibe going on.

Right, he waddles.

Oh, Michael.

Where did you bring me?

They said this was the perfect place

for honeymooners.

Honeymooners? From where?

Iceland?

This is actually what

happy couples look like, Viv.

They're just trying to fill

that God-shaped

hole in the sky with, you know, mimosas

and fake foliage.

How about them?

They look sweet.

They look like they are having a blast.

Yeah, well, speaking of a blast,

I'm just going to have to get blasted.

Lynn, repeat after me.

I am not a victim.

I am not a victim.

Louder.

Huh?

Louder.

I am not a victim.

Oh, my God!

Have you heard of destructive therapy, Lynn?

It's the process of smashing objects

to release stress and anxiety.

- No, I don't...

- You're not a victim, Lynn.

Lynn, Lynn.

Come on. Stand up.

Come on. You can do it.

Just do it.

Just throw it.

Come on, Lynn.

Throw it.

Throw it, Lynn!

Come on, you're not a victim!

Yes!

- Yes.

- Yeah.

How'd that feel?

That felt great.

Oh, no, no, no!

That's my favorite...

Ah, OK, you know what,

it's... yeah.

It's time to go, yeah.

Same time next week, OK?

Just go, all right?

All right, OK.

Hello, everyone.

My name's Bill, and I am a sex addict.

Hi, Bill.

I, uh, just can't get enough

of other people's junk.

On Thursday nights I used to go under

the dick dock in Cape May.

I was a watcher.

Sometimes...

I was a doer.

But enough about me.

This is a safe place.

What we say in this room stays in the room.

So, who would like to start?

I would like to start.

Tony, why don't we give someone else

a chance this week?

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