Shrinking

Now we're talking.

Derek. Derek. - Nice. Wow, crazy.

Nice one. - So warm.

Are you awake? - Now you.

It's your turn.

Please? Please?

I did it last time. -

Are you faking? - Watch your head.

Can't you just do it? - Oh, my God.

Love you. - Oh, yeah.

Stupid head. -

Missed me.

Ooh. Uh-oh. Uh-oh.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Hey, Liz. I'm just playing some air piano.

How are you doing?

Oh, I'm great, thanks. What the fuck's wrong with you?

It's late, isn't it? - It's 3:00 in the morning.

I'm sorry. That's awful. I'm awful.

We're gonna keep it down. I'm gonna tell them.

Hey, we're gonna be quiet. - Okay. Whatever.

What's in the bowl, Jimmy?

Just pretzels. - The other bowl.

It's Adderall. - Oh.

Maybe... Maybe some painkillers. - Maybe?

Yeah, there's definitely painkillers. You know what? I'm gonna turn this down.

Turn the music off.

I'm gonna turn off the music. That's what I said.

No.

I know, I know. Billy Joel's the king, but we have to be respectful.

Where's Alice? - Shh.

She's up... She's sleeping.

Really? I have to be quiet?

Who are these girls, Jimmy?

Those are my friends.

Are they hookers? - I don't think so.

Did you pay them money?

Not yet.

Uh, hey, ladies, come here. I want you to meet my friend.

Oh. Their bathing suits look like underwear, but they're bathing suits.

Good to know.

Hi, I'm Kiara. What's your name?

Let's not worry about it. - That's... This is Liz.

And Liz, this is...

Sarah. - Sarah.

Okay.

We're gonna... We're gonna pack it up. - Okay.

Hey, let's pack it up. Liz wants us to pack it up.

Good night, Liz. - Good night, Kiara. Good night...

Sarah. - Sarah.

Good night, Jimmy.

Hey, Liz?

Um, I'm... I'm sorry.

I know.

Okay. Let's go.

Bye. - Bye, Jimmy.

Bye. - That was really fun.

Hey.

You're up early today.

Thank you.

Here are your overnight oats.

Mmm.

Sorry if I, uh, kept you up last night.

Alice?

Same old shit, bro.

"Bro"?

Liz is giving me a ride.

Oh. Hey, would you tell her... Okay, bye.

F...

Oh!

Fuck!

Get the fuck out of the way! - Suck my dick!

Wow. Are you okay?

Yeah. Sorry I'm late.

Steven, what's on your mind today?

Excuse me. Sup, Jimmy?

Hey, Gaby.

What's, uh... What's going on now?

It's my mother.

Again.

Just once, I want to make it through one whole day

without someone aggressively trying to... ...make my life harder.

It's just that, like, every time I get rid of one compulsion,

another compulsion comes up, you know?

Why am I always going out with the superficial girls?

I... I can't... I can't connect with them.

This time, it was my fault. I left my sunglasses at the store.

And he was, like, so mad we had to go back.

Fucking barista. Don't ask me to spell "Dan."

Turns out they weren't at the store.

They were just on my head.

Am I just gonna be alone?

Am I just gonna be, like, a very successful man on my own?

I can't not bite my nails if they're uneven.

And how are they never gonna be even all the way? That's insane.

Who's kind, someone who's smart.

When I was growing up, I was her joy boy.

I mean, they gotta be hot.

But she's just such a bitch sometimes, it kills me.

How does that make you feel?

Like I'm stuck. - Stuck.

I feel stuck. - I am not a joy boy.

It's like I'm caught in this loop forever.

I've given up being happy. -

We both know this shit isn't gonna work.

And he just kept on going on and on about how dumb I am.

You're not dumb, Grace.

He said if it weren't for my great tits, no one would wanna take care of me,

so... ...that's almost nice.

It's not nice. - I know, but he loves me.

Enough! Grace, we've been doing this for two years.

Two years of your life.

I have never seen a guy tell a woman

that she is dumb and lucky she has great tits

and thought to myself, "Wow, they must really be in love."

And you keep telling me how great he is. Well, I saw him.

He's not that great. His muscles are too big.

His shirts are too tight. Nobody likes that. It's gross.

And what's the word? What's that word? What's the word?

I don't know what word you're talking about.

Fugly! He's fugly.

He's a fugly, fugly man.

Fugly inside and out.

I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening.

'Cause I was talking and...

Grace, your husband is emotionally abusive.

He's not working on it. He doesn't intend to.

He's made you think it's all you deserve. It's not.

Just fucking leave him.

It's not that easy.

It is that easy. You don't have any kids.

Just go... go to your sister's in Vancouver.

But then...

Leave him or I'm done being your therapist.

Look... - Okay.

Okay.

Something on your mind, Paul?

That's too much water. - Okay, look at me.

This skin is DAF. Dewy as fuck.

If I drink one of these a day, all my migraines are gone,

my bad knee is now my good knee, I'm nicer to my friends and family.

You gotta get on board. Do you know what percentage of yourself is water?

I know what percentage of me doesn't give a shit.

Okay, well, that's the dehydration talking.

Hey. - Hey, kid.

How are you doing? - I'm normal, you know?

Just a normal day, normal day.

Doing it... Doing it normal style. You know what I was thinking, Paul?

Is it about how you're just doing it normal style?

What? What are you thinking?

You guys ever get so mad at your patients

that all of a sudden, you just wanna...

like, shake 'em?

Well, we don't shake 'em.

No, I know, I know. I-I... I'm rooting for 'em.

I am. I'm like,

"Come on, you fucked-up person. You can change."

And then... ...they just never do.

Compassion fatigue. We all hit those walls.

Yeah.

You ask questions, you listen, you stay nonjudgmental,

and you don't make that face.

Sorry. It's just... Look, we know what they should do.

Know why? 'Cause it's pretty fucking simple.

"I get sad when I do this thing." Maybe don't do that fucking thing.

We know the answer.

Don't you ever wanna just... just make 'em do it?

Great idea. We just rob 'em of their autonomy,

any chance they have to help themselves, right?

And we become, what, psychological vigilantes?

Oh, my God.

I'm, like, sensing the sarcasm,

but that sounds kinda badass.

What did you do?

I didn't do... I didn't... I didn't do anything.

Ooh, you're gonna get it.

Don't say, "Ooh." Look, I'm stuck.

I'm s... That's it. I'm just trying to shake things up.

Thought I would talk about it with you guys.

Ran out of time, so I have to go because I have a patient.

You don't have a watch on. - Fuck you, Gaby.

Okay. - And I hope everybody has a great day

because I'm gonna go handle this one by the book.

You know, Virginia Woolf tried to drown herself too.

Come on, Paul.

Fuck it.

Hey, J-Bone.

Where are you going?

Uh, I was actually heading home.