Shrinking

Hey, Grace. How you holding up?

She won't even talk to me.

It's so fucked up.

I mean, yes, she's lucky that Donny didn't die,

but the doctors don't know if he'll ever walk again.

Well, at least he won't have to go on hikes with his coworkers.

Paul, if I'm gonna walk this slow, I'm gonna need some positivity.

She's probably gonna spend the rest of her life in jail,

but she was abused for years.

- They'll see that. She'll be okay. - She might not.

She has to be.

Look, kid.

That's the difference between you and me.

If my patients don't wind up okay, I'll still be fine.

You not so much.

This is it.

This is the spot where she pushed him.

Hey, did you always have this tattoo?

No. It's new.

Flattered, but why?

To remember you by.

Boop.

You okay?

Dude. Did you have a bad dream?

No, I just have allergies.

That's how I clear my throat.

Almost got it.

There we go.

What are you doing? Just watching me sleep?

No. Who watches people sleep?

Oh, my God. Do you watch me sleep?

No.

I mean, not so much since you got a big-girl bed.

Jesus Christ.

So, the old lady I heard screaming earlier...

That was my dad, yes.

That tracks. See ya.

Sweetie? What you doing?

I just like watching her drink.

Stalking the neighbor. Got it.

Derek, I need you on perv patrol.

Okay, bud. We can do this.

We can live near a girl and not make it weird.

Okay. Give me the update.

You're gonna be so proud of me.

I haven't bonked Jimmy in, like, three days.

Mind you, the first two days

I was out of town, and on the third day,

I had some low-grade diarrhea I was kind of concerned about.

Well, it still counts. Do you want to do your little affirmation?

I do not, but make me say it anyway.

Do it, you tall, slutty coward.

Wow. Okay.

"Jimmy's not ready for anything real.

It's an uneven dynamic, and it's, like, not healthy for me."

Amen.

It's just really hard because I got him this shampoo

that makes his hair smell like pine tree, and it kind of makes my cooch whistle.

No, I get it. I fuck Derek a lot over Christmas.

Anyway, I'm pulling up. Gotta go. Love you. Bye.

All right. See ya.

- Okay. - Now remember, Alice is just a friend.

Not someone whose skin you wanna wear.

Give it a shot.

Hey, Alice.

Your skin looks soft.

Jesus Christ.

- Okay, bud, that's on me. - Yep.

I put the idea of skin in your head.

That's one of the hottest things I've ever seen.

Now it's gonna be the wallpaper on my phone.

How did you get in here?

You know, she picks you up every day.

I gave her the code.

Betrayal.

Look, dancing is supposed to be good for Parkinson's.

I don't even like it.

You admit that you love our morning dancing,

or it's never gonna happen again.

It's my favorite, baby.

- Out! - Okay. I'll be in the car.

- Bye, Julie. Big fan. Bye. - Bye, Gab.

- What? - What?

So, Julie's always over.

You guys are like roomies with bennies.

- I don't know what that means. - Yeah, you do.

You guys getting serious?

Josie's on vacation far away...

Hell no. We're not doing that today.

Oh, my gosh. What if there's a wedding?

Holy schnikes! Is your dad still alive?

'Cause if not, I will totally walk you down the aisle if you want.

I am taking solace in the fact that this day could not get any worse.

Paul, I gotta tell you about my dream.

I stand corrected.

We were hiking, and I think that all of the other hikers were my patients.

And you had a tattoo of my name on your arm.

But it wasn't all cool stuff.

You pushed me off a cliff.

Paul, you tried to kill me.

You let me in your dream tonight, and I'll do it again.

Last time, she barely said a word, so let's try to keep it upbeat.

- Okay. - All right?

- There she is! - Look at our girl! Gorgeous.

Love a monochromatic two-piece.

And can I just say, there's something about your skin tone

and a harsh fluorescent light that creates magic...

Am I too upbeat? I'm too upbeat.

Why are you back here again?

Grace, this is my friend Brian.

Brian is an attorney, and he said that he would take on your case pro bono.

- Whatever. - I know. It is exciting.

Let's talk a bit about what you're going to say at your next deposition.

What's the point?

I tried to kill my husband, so I should probably be locked up forever.

Well, maybe don't lead with that.

Okay. Grace, I promise we're gonna get you through this.

Haven't you done enough?

I mean, before I met you, I sold houses.

Did Pilates. I had platinum status at Yogurtland.

Now, I'd have to go trade this barrette for a tampon.

- Grace. - Look,

I know I had a piece-of-shit husband before

but it was better than this.

Platinum status is a lot of yogurt.

- Brian. - Sorry.

I want my Arnold Palmer mostly tea

and if I see a single onion on my po'boy, I'm going to freak out.

Coming right up.

Did you see that?

She ordered me around, and I didn't even punch her in the tit.

Look at Sean, right. Sean's doing so great.

And then Grace is such a fucking disaster.

I can't stop obsessing about it.

I think that Alice can tell that I'm spinning.

She hasn't said anything about it, but I can tell.

I can tell that she's worried about me.

It's rough to realize your kid knows how fragile you are.

I'm not fragile, Paul.

I said I'm spinning and obsessing.

Okay.

Good sandwich.

Paul, do you think I fucked up with my patients?

Tell me everything. Come on.

So you helped a patient dispose of human remains at the Rose Bowl?

Ashes, not bones. That would be gross.

Look, I know you had concerns when I enrolled Sean in MMA,

but listen, I did some research, and there's a guy in San Diego

who's been doing this for vets with PTSD since 2012.

And yes, Grace had a bad outcome.

Husband had a worse outcome.

Pattern interruption.

It's an established neurolinguistic strategy,

and it's not like I told her to hurt Donny.

Sure, one could argue that the joke I made

about booping him could complicate things at trial.

What were your exact words again?

"Off the cliff. Bash his brains. Eat them up."

I know it doesn't sound funny, Paul,

but you gotta imagine I did it in a hilarious Cookie Monster voice.

Off the cliff. Bash his brains. Eat them up.

I don't need to hear it.

I just want you to have all the information

'cause I think I really need to hear you say

that I didn't fuck it up with my patients.

You didn't.

Thanks. Thank you, Paul.

But given everything, why don't you try and stick to conventional therapy?

- I mean, at least till the trial is over. - Yep.

Try and be normal.

Hey, there you are. Let's get this going, cowboy.

- That's the one who tried to kiss me. - Twice.

Happens to me all the time.

Did not expect it to happen to you.

Normal.

Your boobs going somewhere?

Shit. Damn it.

Liz, how did you know I was gonna be here?

When I asked you to hang tonight,

you said you were gonna stay home and air-fry some tilapia.

Man, I knew that was too specific.

Look, Liz. I'm overwhelmed. Okay?

I'm juggling these patients. I'm teaching that class.

I haven't even unpacked my new house, all right?

I need a release.

So go watch Property Brothers and rub one out like the rest of us.

Look, you're the one who told me

to use my buttinsky superpowers to help you break this cycle.

You're right. I'm sick of this. Okay. I'm gonna end things with Jimmy.

- Do it! - Do it.

I am a strong woman.

I'm a weak little girl.

Okay. Yeah.

I'm a strong big boy.

- What? - I'm a caveman.

Me kill elk with mouth.

Okay. No more. No more talking.

No more. Come on.

Just kiss me. All right. No more talking.

Oh, come on.