Feel Good

All right, well,

here I go.

All right, sausage head. Look, we'll see you in a few weeks, hmm?

Fine. It'll be great. I mean, it's fine. It's rehab, yeah?

Go in bad, come out good.

Yeah. Thank you for paying for it again.

Malcolm, the lunch?

Oh yes. Your mother made a flask of clam chowder.

Ah yes, thank you.

Great, all right.

- Mum? - Heaven-Haven, by Gerard Manley Hopkins.

"I have desired to go Where springs not fail

I have asked to be Where no storms come

Where the green swell Is in the heavens dumb

And out of the swing of the sea"

Right, okay.

Okay? You understand?

Yes. Sure, yeah.

We're proud of you.

- Thanks. Do you want to come in? - Oh, absolutely not.

Mae Martin?

Oh my God, Audrey!

What was the last thing I said to you when you checked outta here?

Um, you said if I ever ended up back here, you'd kill me.

- Good to see you. - How long has it been?

I think I was 18 the last time I was here.

I bolted the mattresses so you don't throw one out the window.

Oh, I don't do things like that anymore.

Maybe you haven't heard, I'm actually British now.

All right, I'm good to go, so...

Phone, Mae.

Oh, I have no phone.

Bernice! Can you pat Mae down?

- Um, you mean this phone. - Mmm.

Yes, can you give me one second?

All right.

Let's do this. Hey, do you want some clam chowder?

Whoa! Mama Mookie!

What is it, Christmas Navidad?

I'm purging and recycling.

I read an article that said the Amazon is disappearing

at a rate of 20,000 square miles per year.

Why did nobody tell me that, Phil?

If we don't recycle, there'll be no habitat left for the bees.

The bees, Phil!

Georgie, you're saying "bees" and "recycling,"

but all I'm hearing is M-A-E.

No. Honestly, I'm not worried about Mae. She's coming back.

- She dumped you, dude. - Well, I dumped her first.

So yes, she felt she needed to assert her independence

and, you know, heal or whatever, which I respect.

But come on, like, she's obsessed with me.

She wrote this poem about how perfect my elbows are.

My elbows are fucking rank.

She's not even picked up her stuff.

- She's coming back. - She's not, George.

When she does, she's gonna realize I'm a different person,

like a better person. We'll all be very happy.

Me, you, Mae, and... and the bees.

Um, I'm actually very relaxed about the whole thing.

Could you help me sort through this rancid pile of guff?

Phil? What's... What's wrong?

This is my dad's.

I haven't seen him in 30 years.

He left my family just like... just like Mae left us.

- What are you doing? - I'm just doing my time, I guess.

- Uh-huh. - Trying to write a joke about noodles.

You missed women's yoga.

Oh, I don't actually really identify as a woman these days, just so you know.

What do you identify as?

Uh, kind of like an Adam Driver or a Ryan Gosling.

I'm still like working it out, I think.

Yeah. Well, you have a new roommate.

This is Marsha.

Marsha, this is Mae. She lives in England, but she's with us for now.

- Hey. - So what, you like British or something?

Uh, no, I'm Canadian. I just live over there.

Oh. So... So you like the Queen of England?

- Excuse me? - Oh! Oh! Oh!

Your Majesty!

Oh! Do you need a throne for your pointy little ass,

Your Royal Highness?

Um, no, I'm good. Um, Audrey, can we talk...

Wait, wait, wait. Don't I know you?

Oh well, I'm a comedian.

So you may have seen some of my material online

- or perhaps you heard me on a podcast. - Nah, nah, something else.

Uh, wait.

Is that Fergie Middleton?

Oh!

Your Royal Highness, the Queen!

Yeah. That's my ex-girlfriend.

- I just keep the picture of her out... - Whoa.

- Yeah, great. - Your Royal Highness is eating my pussy.

Oh, Your Majesty!

Good morning, everyone.

Good morning.

- Good morning, Audrey. - Okay, first up.

Who pissed in the rice?

That's disgusting, Marsha. So now you're not allowed to eat the rice.

Wait, do we have to eat the rice?

Everyone, this is Mae. She's just joined us.

Oh, she's the Queen of England.

Do you want some more crown jewels up your ass, Your Majesty?

Yes, Marsha. Please can I have some more crown jewels up my ass?

Listen up.

I want to start today by asking a simple question.

- Why are we here? - Free rice?

No, we're here because we relapsed.

Well, I hope we're not here just because we relapsed,

but because we don't ever want to be here again, ever.

Sean, what cycles are you trying to break?

I keep setting my life on fire every time it gets good.

That's a powerful metaphor.

No, I mean, I actually set my house on fire.

Okay.

- Marsha? - Did I say you could talk to me, slut?

Mae, what about you?

Okay, so...

I fell in love hard with this girl who looks like a little kidney bean,

and then when we broke up, I relapsed like right away.

And that really scared the shit out of me, 'cause...

I just feel like I need to make sure that my feelings for her are real

and it's not just like another type of addiction.

I'm sure everyone here can relate to that feeling

- of being addicted to a person, right? - Oh, yeah.

Mae, see if this sounds familiar to you.

"Adult emotional dependency."

"I cannot feel lovable or worthy without other's approval."

"I need a lot of attention from certain people

- to feel that I'm okay." - Yeah.

"I am afraid to be alone."

Yeah, I mean, I get it, but, uh, how do I fix it?

You have to fully let go.

Yeah, I have. I've ended things with her before I came here.

Marsha told me you still have a picture of her beside your bed.

Okay, listen.

You're not gonna fix emotional dependency

while you're still hanging on to that person.

It's like trying to kick heroin while you're holding the syringe.

You gotta stand on your own two feet for yourself, girl.

Uh, sorry, Adam Driver.

Every time I try to get clean for Inkboy, I relapse.

This time, I'm here for me,

and ain't nobody gonna get this sweet nectar

- until I get right with myself. - Mm-hmm.

You need to grow up, Pee Wee.

It pains me to say it...

...but Marsha's got a point.

You're not gonna build a relationship off an open wound.

You have to let a scab form.

Otherwise, you'll keep hurting each other over and over and...

Oh, Marsha, please!

- Hello? - Hi.

Is it Mae? Say I said hi.

- Phil, fuck off. - George, say I said hi.

- Fuck off, fuck off! - Say I said hi.

So, how's... Hi, how's Canada?

Um, yeah, it's good. It's, um, it's fine.

I'm calling from a pay phone.

And I'm in... I'm in the forest, uh, on a camping trip with some good friends.

We're just fishing and moose-back riding.

- How are you? - Good. Yeah. Yeah.

Uh, good. Better.

Um, yeah, Mae, I've been like thinking about, like, what's important to me, um...

George... George, I think I should move out.

- What? - Yeah.

I don't think it's fair of me to keep you holding on,

and like I'm holding on.

And Jack has a spare room,

and I just felt like I could send him around to pick up my stuff.

What do you... What do you mean? Like, do you...

You wanna end things for good?

I feel like I'm learning that you can't build a relationship

on an open wound.

You have to let a scab form,

and you have to set each other free

if you still want each other's sweet nectar. You know?

- What? - Hey.

I know where I know you from.

- I'm on the phone, Marsha. - Are you with someone?

Like... Like a girl?

No, it's no one. It's like a fan. Do you want an autograph?

You know my boyfriend, Inkboy.

You owe Inkboy money, you little piss rat.

Where are you?

You better run, Your Majesty.

Uh, George, I should go.

She hung up.

What'd she say? Did she mention me?

She...

She says she wants to move out.

She's not coming back.

- Hey, how you doing? - Mmm.

Why don't you go get some air?

Eh...

I'm not really a huge fan of nature in general.

Audrey...

Why do some people need so much help just to exist,

and then other people don't need any help at all?