Synopsis: In Hollywood, people in need revolve around Dr. Henry Carter, a shrink: Jack, an aging star wants permission to cheat on his wife; Shamus is a director who's a cokehead; Patrick is a high-powered germophobic producer; Jeremy is a young writer looking for a break; Jemma, a high-school student, is skipping school; and Kate is an actress facing her mid-30s. Henry's wife recently died; he's grieving, blaming himself, smoking lots of pot. Henry's friends try an intervention; someone steals a patient's file from Henry; Patrick's assistant, the pregnant Daisy, sees promise in Jeremy's work; and, Jesus, Henry's drug dealer, sells him some potent weed. Can anything good come of this?
Genre: Comedy, Drama
Director(s): Jonas Pate
Production: Roadside Attractions
  2 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
104 min


Good morning.

Whenever you're ready, Dr. Carter.

Should I just...

Do you just want me to start talking?

Yeah, yeah.

I'll just give you a cue.

Happiness Now, take one.


"Happiness" is a word for a feeling.

Feelings are rarely understood in the moment.

They are quickly forgotten,

and almost always mis-remembered.

And besides,

feelings are totally full of shit.

"Feelings are full of shit"?

I don't have that here, Doc.

But... we'll go again.


Okay, we're still rolling.

Happiness Now, take two.


"I don't think life is absurd.

"I think we're all here for a huge purpose.

"I think we shrink...

I think we shrink from the immensity

of the purpose we are here for."

Go write that motherfucking

screenplay right now.

Let's go, people.


Did you study?

For what?

Periodic tables?

You didn't study.

Come on, come on.

Walk, everybody.

- Morning, Dr. Carter.

- Morning, Miyu.

- How we looking today?

- Busy.

Your Happiness Now is number seven

on the bestsellers list.

I'm gonna go outside.

One, please.

Shouldn't you be in school?

- Yes, sir.

- Are you listening?

- Yes, I am.

- Plastics.



Hey. It's time.

Let the healing begin.

I can't sleep.

I can't stop washing my hands.

I keep thinking somebody's

trying to kill me.

I'm pretty sure that I'm gonna get

ball cancer from the cell phone.

Earthquakes, AIDS, air pollution.

I'm worried about everything.

I mean, I saw this thing on television

about the icebergs melting.

I mean, holy shit.

If that is for real, we're fucked.

- Okay, just slow down.

- No, I'm a licensed pilot.

I have a black belt in Tae Kwan Do.

This sort of thing

cannot be happening to me.

Panic, anxiety, obsessive behaviors...

these things can happen to anybody.

I did a lot of blow in the early '90s.

Do you think that could have...

No, that wouldn't have

anything to do with it.

- I mean a lot.

- No.

All right.

When I was in school,

they gave me these tests.

Apparently, I'm a genius.

A literal, fuckin' genius.

Do you feel pressured

to live up to that kind of label?

No, that's the thing.

It's not a label.

I actually am a fuckin' genius.

I mean, I have this, like,

borderline idiot savant thing,

like, 548 times 297

is 162,765.

I don't even want to know that.

I just do.

I am superstitious

and I am freaked out

because there are germs everywhere.

And there is danger everywhere.

And I don't know how

I'm supposed to feel safe.

Do you know why you feel this way?


That's why I came to you.

- 12, 13...

- Hey, Richie. Hey, O.T.

Jemma, you won't believe this.

My friend Teddy shit his pants

at school today.

- Hey, Uncle Jim.

- The school called.

Is Lucy here?

Got her working a double again.

Richie, what the f*ck are you doing?

- I have to do these.

- I can't concentrate in here.

I'm trying to pay some bills, Richie.

- Be quiet!

- I have to do these.


- Hey, man.

- Hi.

How you doing?

Well, I could be better.

Well, would a car wash

make you feel any better?

I always love a car wash.

All right.

You've got Don Juan,

Jamaican Red, John Wilkes Booth,

Northern Lights,

Mexican Airlines, Mississippi Blonde,

Kentucky Bluegrass, Wickki Sticks,

Pakistani Black...

What is Pakistani Black?

Pakistani Black, if you'll notice...

the seeds are black.

So it's literally... It's quite literal.

- Okay.

- There's Pussy Finger.

It's my personal favorite.

I think I'd like to try

Purple F*ck Dust this week.

You sure?

That's not one of our bestsellers.

- Really?

- It's not. I don't know why.

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