Shrinking

Yeah.

The tattoo's supposed to be bigger, but they… they ran out of ink.

That is a really beautiful tribute.

Thanks.

Thought it was a pretty cool way to let people know my wife died.

Well, I'm glad that's out of the way.

You always a chardonnay girl?

Yeah. I always go chard on the first date

because I want the guy to know

that I… I like to party, but I'm also an adult.

That's why, if they have dynamite shrimp on the menu,

I always go with that, because shrimp I think is very classy.

- Yeah. - But dynamite…

It's like, "whoa, whoa, whoa."

- "This guy's dangerous." - Yeah.

Anything can happen.

- Anything could happen. - Yeah.

Can I look at this again?

You know what? We can put this away.

You know, I don't even know how you're here right now.

I've known about it longer than you have.

Yeah, but doesn't this kinda feel like you're cheating on her?

Well, now it does… a little.

You know, my daughter and I have been through a lot,

but we're doing so much better now.

- You have a daughter? - I do, yeah.

A little girl lost her mom?

She's 18, but yeah, yeah.

She got… she got sad.

I'm sorry.

Why don't we change the subject to something easy?

Where are you from?

- It's okay, you got this. - I'm from…

Just name a city.

I'm from Chicago.

Da bears.

Da bulls.

I just can't get over what happened to your wife.

Yeah.

No.

I'm just thinking you're a really good guy,

and god gives his hardest battles to his strongest warriors.

Have you ever heard that?

I'm so sorry.

How was your date?

She cried so hard she threw up.

Look, you're making strides just by putting yourself out there.

I'm proud of you.

That means a lot.

Stop staring at me like you were the last dog in the shelter.

- You guys ready? - Yeah, I'm ready,

but I think fido here might need a minute.

Why are you so afraid of meaningful eye contact?

I'm obsessed.

I think I'm gonna mess with dad and say I want one now.

Get knocked up by one of our sons, I'll give you 50 grand.

You just offered to pay a teenager for sex.

Yeah, and?

So why are you guys doing three days alone?

We want time to bond as a family.

Whatever.

Yeah, plus Liz is here so much, we don't want Sutton to think she's the mom,

Charlie's the dad, and I'm the sexy rent boy keeping things fun.

No one thinks that.

You're 40.

All right. Let's see if you're ready to fly solo.

- Yeah, let's do it. - How do you know when her diaper's wet?

- Come on. The line turns blue. - Easy. Listen for the squish.

If you're going to brunch, what is she gonna wear?

We are not going to brunch.

She has not been vaccinated yet.

But once she does, it's gonna be a drag brunch,

and she's going as lady goo goo gaga.

Slay.

Okay.

I slept with Matthew's old, favorite bunny so I can leave my scent for her.

Wait, no, no.

No stuffed animals in the crib. She could suffocate.

That was your final test.

- You passed. - Yeah.

Pulled that one out of my sexy, 21-year-old ass.

All right. Listen up, Sutton.

Don't forget me.

I'm being for real.

People stop me on the street and they ask me

- about my moisture barrier. - I believe it.

You know what I tell them?

Nothing. My glow, my business.

Now, stop trying to distract me, okay?

This is the third time I've asked you about yourself

and you've changed the subject. Which is a record, congrats.

Thank you.

Taking control of the last two minutes,

why do Mark and Donna say you have a dark cloud around you?

I don't know.

I barely see Donna at work.

I mean, we don't even hang out on the weekends anymore

'cause she's so busy with her kids.

You must miss her.

She's a work friend.

Besides, she's like ten years older than me.

I got a best friend who I think is at least maybe 90.

It's not a big deal.

I have plenty of other people in my life.

Look, I got my 10,000 hours doing this.

You're hiding some real pain.

I know it's your job to poke around in here or whatever, but I'm good.

Okay, well, then what do you do for fun?

Bunch of things.

There's a cider bar, actually, around the corner in old town that has bar trivia.

The guys there are, like, dork-cute at best, but…

- Why does that make you sad? - It doesn't.

I'm sad because our time is up,

and you finally gave me something I can write in my notebook here.

Look, "bar trivia."

I think I got some extra time

- if you wanna talk a little more. - Later, gator.

Balls.

Hey, gab. What's up?

Dr. Patel was supposed to do a qanda at my psych class tomorrow,

but she just bailed at the last minute. Can you just fucking do it?

Yes, but that's the angriest anyone's ever asked me for a favor.

Sorry, dude. Maya keeps brick-walling me.

You wanna take that shit outside?

Hey, I gotta go.

Not to brag, but I'm at the doctor's office with Paul.

Hum diddly Dee, he finally fucking asked you.

I've done it, like, a million times. Enjoy.

Okay, bye.

Why'd you wait so long to ask me to be your appointment buddy?

'Cause you call it "appointment buddy."

That's fair.

Looks like you responded well to antibiotics.

The uti cleared up.

Yes! I knew it.

So, Paul,

sometimes I have patients struggling with the emotional toll of Parkinson's.

Could I ever refer them to you?

I think it'd be helpful to talk to someone who's also going through it.

Of course. Wait a minute. Does…

Does this mean I'm good to go back to work?

I see no reason why you can't.

You wanna do it with me?

I actually do.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

And don't forget your meds.

What is the sigh for?

It's just that these last couple weeks, our morning walks, breakfast in bed…

Usually, I don't like it when you drink,

- and I'm not supposed to… - yeah.

…but you did give a whole new meaning to

bottomless mimosa.

It's been pretty nice.

You want slow mornings together every day for the rest of our lives?

Sign me up.

But I've got four more old guys

with Parkinson's where I'm going.

So, this…

That's your kink?

Yeah, baby.

It looks so much better when you do it.

Anyway, I asked for what I wanted, like you said.

And I was so scared, but I got the promotion.

Wally, that is amazing.

- Thanks. - I'm so proud of you.

What a great place to end today.

But, hey,

today I want you to leave without one of your classic "doorknob disclosures."

I want you to walk out without vomiting out any new information,

no problems until next session.

This is a normal pace.

Hey!

Okay, but I am worried about what I'm gonna wear my first day,

and I'm also worried that now I'm in a position of power,

I might grab someone's butt. Okay, what?

I waited until after I stepped outside the door to speak.

Also, mostly though, I'm worried about this public speaking thing I have to do.

I have to give a presentation,

and I know they say to picture people in their underwear, but I'm worried that

then I'm gonna get horny. And when I get horny…

- Wally, hey, hey. - …I get very sweaty, and it's...

talk about it next week.

Yep. Yeah, yeah.

I'm gonna text you later.

Hands off, you hamburglar-ass bitch.

These are to welcome Paul back.

- Okay. - Yeah.

I've been thinking about Maya.

What if you shake things up a little bit?

I don't know, meet her outside the office.

Yeah, not my style. I'm more of a boundaries girlie.

I'm not saying break the rules, gab.

I'm just saying bend them a little.

I'm talking five miles over the speed limit.

I'm talking have a doughnut before Paul arrives,

and then shuffle them around so he doesn't notice.

No to that. Even bigger no on Maya.

The goat is back.

- Thank god. - There he is.

Hey, we got you doughnuts.