Shrink

Okay.

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.

"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 sh*t.

"Feelings are full of sh*t"?

I don't have that here, Doc.

But... we'll go again.

Right.

Okay, we're still rolling.

Happiness Now, take two.

Happiness.

"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.

Jemma.

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.

"PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT"

Yeah.

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 sh*t.

If that is for real, we're f***ed.

- 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, f***in' 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 f***in' 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?

Honestly?

That's why I came to you.

- 12, 13...

- Hey, Richie. Hey, O.T.

Jemma, you won't believe this.

My friend Teddy sh*t his pants

at school today.

- Hey, Uncle Jim.

- The school called.

Is Lucy here?

Got her working a double again.

Richie, what the f*** 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.

Damn.

- 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 P*ssy Finger.

It's my personal favorite.

I think I'd like to try

Purple F*** Dust this week.

You sure?

That's not one of our bestsellers.

- Really?

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

I definitely want some P*ssy Finger.

- Definitely.

- Yes, that's...

Number 175.

Do you want the dub sack?

Yeah, a dub sack of both

of those would be great.

But what is Toasty Brunch?

Hey, this is all weed.

"Interior.

Apartment in Silver Lake.

Night."

"Exterior.

The jungles of Vietnam, 1966.

Charlie everywhere.

No way out."

"Exterior. Civil War."

Son of f***ing Jesus Christ.

"Exterior. Alcatraz."

"Exterior. Mexico."

"Exterior. A space station

in the not-so-distant future."

No. "Interior.

Hogwarts School for f***ing wizards!"

Toughbook.

Glorious, glorious Toughbook,

I love you so.

Listen, you f***ing a**hole,

I don't care what he told you.

I'm the agent, and I'm telling you.

I'm so done with you.

Get the guy who writes

the checks to call me,

you third-string, pussyfoot a**hole.

Daisy, I'm in the lobby.

- Okay, I'm here.

- Call The Chateau.

- Make sure Shamus is up for lunch.

- Yes.

- Call the Viceroy, table for two.

- Sure. Done.

And this time, can we get

a table in the corner?

I don't like people behind me.

- Okay.

- It's weird.

- It creeps me out.

- It is weird.

Put that down in general.

Nobody behind me in restaurants.

- Mop, there's a mop in my lobby.

- Okay.

- Nobody shakes my hand.

- Yes.

Nobody behind me in restaurants.

And can I please get someone

to hold the elevator for me?

- Yes.

- Is that too much to ask?

Of course. I'm sorry.

- I'm out of the elevator now.

- Okay, I'm ready for you.

- You see the tracking on Norsemen?

- Norsemen.

Daisy, it is DEFCON 5

in the men's bathroom.

There's no motherfucking

bar of soap in there.

- Bar of soap, okay.

- There's no soap in the soap thingy.

It's just a f***ing dish

and a goddamn bar of soap.

I mean, what is this?

A gas station?

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