Just Breathe

It's not anger.

I agree.

You do?

It's rage.

Not everyone operates the way that you do

when you get frustrated.

They don't punch their bosses.

You're lucky he just fired you.

He could have... filed charges.

-Well, I mean, not for nothing.

But the guy yelled at me.

Made me look stupid in front of my coworkers.

What am I supposed to do?

Just let him disrespect me like I'm some kind of fucking pussy?

You could have pulled him aside

and told him how it made you feel.

You don't get it.

It's okay to be angry.

But it's what you do

and how you deal with your anger that gets you into trouble.

You can't react every time that somebody upsets you.

You need to sit with it.

And then bring it here.

Come on.

Hit the pad.

This is so stupid.

If you can't commit to this,

well then I guess we're just wasting our time.

Fine.

Now give it a good whack.

What was that?

Again!

Get it out!

That's it!

Yeah!

Yeah!

How do you feel?

Can I take that thing home with me?

Hey.

You wanna work a double tomorrow?

Mike's got a doctor's appointment.

- What is it, his back? - Yeah, his back.

It's always something with this guy.

Yes or no? I got to cover his shift.

Yeah, I'll take it.

Thought so.

Might have doubles next week too.

I'll take 'em.

Perfect.

Hey, you wanna see something?

What?

You're really gonna do it, huh?

I'm gonna take her to Le Dome.

Made the reservation weeks ago.

It's the ranked top restaurant in the city.

Look at you, big shot.

Man, you better keep running them double shifts

if you're gonna eat at places like that

and flash some diamond rings.

-I just want it to be special, you know?

Jesus Christ, these Bullies suck.

I mean, they got a team batting average of about a buck-fifty.

They couldn't hit the broad side of a building

with a friggin' cannonball.

The Bullies down three--

Come on!

Dad.

- Wills has five walks already tonight.

-You know I got 50 bucks bet on this game

and we got a pitcher with an arm like a T-Rex.

How many guys can you walk in one game, asshole?

Dad.

Straight down the middle.

Dad.

What?

-I'm gonna ask Mel to marry me.

-Yeah? Well, good luck with that.

- Fletcher being very patient here.

The Ducks looking to clinch

a playoff spot.

Fuck.

Really?

Goddamn, man. Is that it?

What do you want from me?

I don't know, maybe I...

Fuck, I thought maybe you'd be happy for me.

-I don't know. -Look, as far as I'm concerned,

marriage is a disappointment.

All right? Look at your mother.

I mean, she was a bit of a letdown,

wouldn't you say?

Mel is not like Mom.

-All right, then don't screw it up.

Bills are on the table.

Hi, baby.

-I'm glad you took my advice to go.

About what?

Therapy?

Mm. Right.

Yeah, I saw the electric bill.

-Yeah, it's double this month.

Yeah.

Don't worry about it.

I'm worried.

-Look, I know this new job don't pay much,

but we'll be all right.

Okay.

Okay.

Don't forget.

Tomorrow night.

Seven p.m.

- Le Dome. - Le Dome.

Can't wait.

- What is --what is that? Foy--foy grass.

What is that?

Foie gras.

Foie gras. Foie gras.

What the fuck is that?

-A goose liver or a duck, I think.

Are you serious?

Mm-hmm.

-That's disgusting. Oh my God.

I'm glad I stuck with a steak.

Take a good sip there.

Babe.

- Okay, come on, now. Yes. That's it.

Mm-hmm.

But in the mouthfeel, you'll find...

See, that's class.

-If that's class then I guess I don't have any.

Fuck, I don't.

Mmm.

So, how do you tell the difference between good wine

and the cheap stuff anyway?

-Well, cheap stuff gets you lit.

You know why?

Why?

-'Cause you can buy more of it.

Okay, that makes perfect sense.

Yeah.

The food is so good.

I mean, everything is just perfect.

Yeah, it's a--

Dessert?

Ah....

-The pecan pie or the cheesecake?

They both sound good, baby.

-You know what? Never mind.

I--I shouldn't.

Hey. It's all right.

If--if you want to get somethin', get somethin'.

Only if you want to. It's okay.

It is a special night.

I'll do both.

And for you?

Oh, we wanna share.

Thanks.

So, what were you saying?

Give me a minute.

I'll be right back. I gonna--

I gotta go to the bathroom real quick.

Mel, I want you to be my wife.

You're gonna marry me, right?

No, fuck.

Oh my God.

Relax, dude.

Relax, relax. She's gonna say yes.

She's gonna say yes.

She's gonna say yes.

Special night.

A special night to stuff your fat face.

-What a pig. -So annoying.

Just eat it, you know?

-Yeah, and go back to the farm

while I count my huge tip.

-What the fuck did you just say?

I was just joking.

-No, no, no, no. Say it again.

Call my girl a pig again, motherfucker.

Oh, no.

Fuck.

Fuck!

Oh, shit.

Yo!

Get up.

What?

-Haven't had a cellmate in a while.

We need to talk.

Moses.

Nick.

What you in here for?

I hit a guy.

-You must have fucked him up pretty bad.

Put him in a coma.

Shit.

-I mean, he's out now. Thank God.

- That's good. - Mm-hmm.

-You don't want to carry that around.

What, guilt?

No, man.