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[Connor] I just wanted to talk to you. I-I know we've had some,

you know, awkward passings.

Anyway, um, I'm going back to school s-soon

and we haven't really hung out this summer.

So I didn't know if you maybe wanted to grab dinner sometime?

Oh, uh, yeah, I don't think so. Sorry.

But have a good school year.

Thanks.

[sighs]

Mr. Laird. Did you see that?

Huh? Connor? Hey.

No, no, no. I was just up here, uh, thinking about re-sanding this banister.

'Cause I don't want anybody to get splinters, you know?

Ow! Fuck. Goddamn it.

[sighs]

[Alice] Connor will bounce back, right?

From, "Have a good school year"? Zero chance.

Ow! Not cool, kid.

[chuckles] Got it.

[clears throat] So, um...

So, Daughter, um, I've been wanting to talk to you about something.

Um... [sighs] ...I had a surprise visitor at the office--

[Alice] Um, can you tell me later?

Sorry. I just have my driver's test in, like, an hour

and I'm really stressed about my license photo.

I-I know I wanna smile,

but I can't decide whether to do mouth closed. Or barely open.

[stammers] It's like two completely different people.

- [door opens] - Hey, there she is.

Well, who's ready for a big adult milestone?

Me, I guess.

Unless I fail. Then I'm... Then it's over. It's over.

[Jimmy] Hey, even if you do, it'll be okay.

You don't remember this,

but you failed at toilet training until you were, like, five.

Now look at ya. Pooping in potties like a pro.

[laughs] Nice.

Oh, my God.

See you later, Dad.

Thanks for taking her. Apparently I, uh... [sighs] ...I make her too nervous.

I owe you one.

Hmm. Letting me spy on you off my balcony is payment enough.

Spying on me from your balcony, it's-it's invasive and it's pretty creepy.

Especially with the smile.

- Understood. - [chuckles]

Still gonna do it though.

Whoa. You know I love those.

What are you wearing your sex boxers at work for, you little freak?

Dress for the job you want.

Wow. You'd better slow that down.

- [chuckles] - Don't hurt nobody.

- We are now processing that application. - Oh, thanks.

Tell me more about this job you want.

- You want scratchies? - Hey, Paul.

- Whoops. - Whoa.

[Paul] It's all good.

We should add it to our sign out front.

"Rhoades Cognitive Behavioral Therapy Center...

Our doctors fuck."

Wait a minute. All right.

That makes it seem like we have sex with our patients, which we don't.

At least I don't.

That is not funny.

Paul, I want to assure you I have not had full penetration with any of the patients.

Wonderful.

Uh, did you get a chance to tell Alice about our visitor?

I have not. No. I, uh... [clears throat] I can't find the right way in.

Yesterday, she broke a mug and I almost said,

"Don't worry, sweetie. It's just an accident.

Speaking of accidents, remember the one your mom was in?

The guy who killed her came by."

- Smooth. - Yeah.

I gotta nail this 'cause it's really gonna rattle her.

Rattled you too.

Did it? Oh. I guess I never really thought about it.

Gosh, you're good.

Yes, it rattled me, Paul. But I'm-I'm stronger than you think.

Good news if true.

Hey, Dr. Rhoades. I just came early because I wanted to steal a protein bar.

[chuckles] And another one for later.

And another one to sell.

[Paul] See you there in a second.

[sighs] Oh, man.

Hey, what's wrong, boo boo?

[sighs] My caseload is full, and, uh, I picked up Sean.

Unfortunately, I have to drop someone.

- Not Raymond. He's your favorite. - I don't have favorites.

Please. We all have favorites. Mine is Annie.

Oh, the one who slept with her mom's boyfriend just to prove he was a cheater.

Uh-huh. I love that messy bitch.

I don't love Ray.

- It's just unfortunate... - [both mouthing word] Ray.

...that the one client who's equipped to move on

- is the one that I-- - Crush on?

- Wanna be bros with? - Wanna "big-spoon-little-spoon" with?

[Gaby] You guys wanna power walk together with tiny dumbbells.

Share a rotisserie chicken from Costco.

I can't believe you're dumping me.

Ray, you've been doing so well for so long.

And I've got this kid... [sighs] ...who could really use my help.

Kid? Knew it.

He's probably messed up in all kinds of young, exciting ways, right?

At this point, you're just paying me to shoot the shit.

- I feel like I'm robbing you. - I know. That's why I take protein bars.

[chuckles]

[Raymond] Truth is, we've been through a lot together.

My dad's death, my divorce,

that month I tried an English accent.

[chuckles]

Can we at least still be friends? Maybe get a beer sometime?

Ray, it wouldn't be appropriate.

I'm strict about boundaries.

Okay. Well... [grunts] ...at least admit that you're gonna miss me.

- I will. Very much. - [chuckles]

Since we're not gonna be friends...

[in English accent] ...can I have some of my money back, guv?

- Don't end it like this. - [both chuckle]

No tea? No crumpets?

How come Gaby got a thank-you note for her wedding gift and I did not?

Because you didn't get us a gift.

I made a donation in your names to the Pasadena Animal Rescue.

- As I said, you did not get us a gift. - Oh, my God.

And cardio burst.

Ew.

Speaking of ew... [inhales sharply] ...I gotta stop bonking Jimmy. [sighs]

- Oh, good. We're back here again. - I know. I'm so pathetic.

But, like, you know, I'm strong. I can handle shit. You know?

I was married to a heroin addict. I helped him get clean.

You know I wax myself too?

- Why? - I don't even look away when I do it.

I look right down the barrel of this bad boy.

Whoa.

You know, I can hold my pee for 48 hours.

That's too long, Gaby.

I know. But for some reason, I can't quit this basic-ass man.

Don't look at me.

I've tried everything except knocking his dick out of your mouth.

- [panting] Okay, hi. - I need help.

You'll stop fucking Jimmy when you're ready. Back me up, Brian.

Yeah. Honestly... [sighs]

...the main thing I think is how come no one told me you were fucking Jimmy?

What? Our Jimmy? No. Ew. Gross.

- I guess I could see it. - Yeah.

How long has this been going on?

[mumbles] Since he puked all over himself at your engagement party.

- Yeah, engagement party. - Since my engagement?

[screams]

You know what? Fuck Jimmy for not telling me.

- And fuck you, Gaby. - Mm-hmm. [gasps]

- Fuck you too, Liz. - [stammers]

Fuck rescue dogs. That's right. Fuck hiking.

Fuck that headband.

Actually, I like that headband. [sighs]

He's supposed to be my best friend.

My best friend!

Fuck all of you!

Fuck you, red shirt. You too, leggings. Fuck this whole mountain!

Honestly, that made it all worth it.

- Agreed. Do you wanna look for rocks? - No.

[Alice sighs]

Test didn't go great.

She knocked over a few cones and she scraped a mailbox.

And those dummies passed me anyway!

- Oh! Yes! Congratulations. - [laughs]

I'm s... I'm so proud of you.

I'm gonna dump my stuff and we'll celebrate.

Wherever we go, I'm driving. And I'm taking your car.

You got it.

Speaking of cars, do you remember what happened to your mom in one?

Oh, goddamn it! Goddamn it!

- What? - [Jimmy] I'm sorry.

I was... I've been trying to find a way in. [sighs] That was not it.

Um, sweetie,

the other driver from your mom's accident came to my office.

Holy shit. When?

Last week.

Last week? And you're just telling me now?

[sighs] I'm sorry.

What did he want?

I don't know. To talk, probably. It doesn't matter.

I told him to... [stammers] ...leave and then he did.

- [sighs] Hey, you okay? - [sighs]

[sighs] I guess. I don't know.

- Same here. [chuckles] - Yeah.

You wanna talk about it?

Um, no, not yet. But I'm really glad you told me.

Yeah. Pretty smooth.

[both chuckle]

- Okay, I'm gonna go get ready. - Okay. I love you.

[sighs]

"Speaking of cars"?

- Derek, what do I have to do... - [chuckles]

...to get you to stop spying on me?

Probably move.

["Frightening Fishes" by Benjamin Gibbard playing]

- [sighs deeply] - [dice rattle]

He emerges from his cave. My man.

Aw, you okay, sweetie?

I... I can't stop thinking about Alice.

- I... [sighs] - [Connor] It's an emotional pain,

but my whole body hurts.

- Oh, Bubba, I get it. I love you. - Love you.

So whiny. How long do we have to live like this?

- Mom? - Yeah, sweetie?

Could you make me French toast?

Coming right up.

He's the worst. Kill me now.

You are such a good mom.

- [chuckles] - [dice clatter]

- Dude, go make us French toast. - Coming right up.

- Hey, I'm going to brunch with Summer. - Oh.

I said you'd pay for it

because you felt guilty about being weird yesterday.

You're correct.

We're not going to brunch in the '80s.

- Oh, being weird is expensive. Okay. - Mm-hmm. Thank you.

- You wanna take the car? [sighs] - No. No, I'm good.

[Jimmy] Really? Okay.

I know I dropped a bomb on you so don't be mad if I keep checking in.

Fine. But you're not gonna be, like, my shadow, right?

No.

- [car horn beeps] - Get in, hottie.

Hey, Jimmy.

Or Mr. Laird.

You got it, pimp.

Jim-Jimmy's fine.

Next.

Hi, I'll have a shrimp po'boy and a sweet tea.

I'll have the same order as his, but mine first.

Oh, he funded the truck,

so he gets lifetime front-of-the-line privileges.

It's like a FastPass, but for Dereks. I'm Derek.

Okay.

Oh, you know what?

Today, when I was getting coffee, I met a food blogger

and somehow I kept my mouth shut about how that's not a real job,

because it's not.

But he wants to do a write-up on our truck. So, pretty great.

Yeah. Really great.

I don't wanna be in a blog.

Christ. Can you wait till we sit down?

Paul, I told Alice. It went well.

We'll hang a banner. "Father of the year."

Apparently, this guy wants to write about me being a vet.

I don't want any of that soldier-boy shit.

I want... I want this truck to feel like a fresh start.

Then don't do the interview. Just tell scary neighbor lady.

Liz.

Don't humanize her.

- [laughs] She can be a lot. - Yeah.

[sighs] But she's done so much for me. I don't want to seem ungrateful.

What you writing?

Doctor shit.

This is your pattern.

You avoid hard conversations 'cause they can be painful.

This is the same stuff that came up last week

when we were talking about your dad.

I'm not avoiding my dad.

Yeah? When's the last time you talked to him?

Does he know you have a food truck? Does he know where you live?

- Let's stay on Liz. [sighs] - Okay.

I should have never told her I'd do this. If I back out now, she might get pissed.

Look, we got a huge incentive here to teach you how to face pain.

You can't feel good about yourself if you avoid it.

I've got a tool for that. Could help.

It's called "Reversal of Desire."

Sounds like an erotic thriller starring Nic Cage.

[laughs] It does.

Come on. Close your eyes.

Seriously?

- [sighs] - Visualize your worst fear

of how the conversation with Liz could go.

See the pain appear before you like a cloud.

Instead of running from it, move forward, towards the pain.

Say, "Bring it on. I love pain."

And then finally, the cloud will spit you out into the light,

feeling like you've conquered something. Because you have.

And then you say, "Pain sets me free."

Are you doing it?

Nah. I feel pretty stupid.

Well, you look stupid.

[sighs]

But it works.

I'll say it. Spinning sucks.

[sighs] You just hate working out while someone yells at you.

Yeah, I guess I'm weird like that.

Dude, I snapped my hair tie. Let me borrow your scrunchie.

- No. No, I just got this. - Please. Come on.

- You never give them back. - I know. You have the good ones.

That's why I don't wanna give them to you.

- [laughs] - Let me have it. Please.

- Ooh, girl, this one's nice. - Okay, I... I know.

You know, I always got you,

but you owe me, like, a hundred scrunchies.

Whatever.

- Hey. - Hey.

What you doing?

I don't know. I've just been thinking about Tia a lot since that guy came by.

- You? - Yeah. Mmm.

Of course. I think about her all the time.

She's... She's the love of my life, you know.

- [sighs] - Yeah, about that.

Listen, Jimmy, it's been fun,

but I think we need to end whatever it is we're doing.

- Oh. - It'd be one thing

if there were, like, real feelings. You know?

Like, if we thought maybe this could go somewhere.

Okay. Yeah, you're right. Got it.

If it's... if it's not feeling fun for you anymore, I hear you.

Let's shut it down.

- [chuckles] - Yeah.

[inhales sharply] Uh, but maybe let's give each other

some space for a minute?

Then before we know it, I won't even remember

that you were the first guy tall enough for me to 69 with.

[chuckles, exhales heavily]

- We made a strong team. - Strong team.

- I know. We always said that. - Yeah.

I almost feel like we should swap jerseys or something.

[laughs] That's funny.

- Good game. - Yeah. Good game, sir.

[softly] Okay. [inhales deeply]

Okay. So, I know that technically, shoplifting is wrong--

Wait, wait, wait. Hold that thought. My dad's been hovering lately.

Dad?

Hey. Not hovering. Didn't hear anything.

Just got home, actually.

[sighs]

I'm not gonna need the Bronco if you wanna take her for a spin.

No, I'm good.

[sighs] You're, like, the first kid in history to get their license

and not ask to use the car once.

If this is because of, uh--

'Cause of Double D?

Who?

Drunk driver.

Oh, you're, like, horrible at nicknames.

Yeah, Dad, it's probably because of him,

but could you just please give me some space?

Yeah. Yes, of course.

Um, you know the drill. I'm here if you need me.

Thanks.

Summer, shoplifting's not technically wrong. It's just wrong.

- [softly] Okay, okay. - [groans]

[Alice] You know what's crazy?

I keep wishing that guy had showed up here, instead of my dad's office.

There's just so much I want to say to him. You know?

Like, about how he fucked up our lives.

I just have all of these thoughts swirling around in my head

- and I don't know what to do with them. - Do what I did when my dad split.

Write him a long-ass letter.

You don't even need to send it, but it totally helped me

get all that stuff out of my head.

[softly] PS, I also used it for all my college essays.

[knocks on door]

Alice. Hi. You left your... [stammers] I'm gonna...

[door opens]

Hi. You left your sunglasses in my dad's car

and he thought it would be a... [chuckles]

...a growth moment for me to return them to you. So...

- Thanks. - I'm gonna go hide in a tree.

[door closes]

- Who is that delicious sad boy? - [Alice groans, sighs]

I'll give him a growth moment.

Oh, my God. That'd actually be amazing. Wait, let me introduce you. Come on.

Connor, Connor, Connor. This is Summer. I wanted you guys to meet.

- [Connor] Nice to meet you. - You're so stupid. [chuckles]

I'll call the baguette vendor.

I can tell they switched from live sourdough cultures to commercial yeast.

- I-I don't know what that means. - [laughs]

Be careful talking like that around the blog guy tomorrow.

If you start tossing around words like "umami" and "flavor profile,"

he might orgasm all over the uncooked shrimp.

- Then I will not use any of those words. - Thank you.

- While we're on the subject... - Mm-hmm.

...about the blog--

Hey, I saw Connor being flirty with that Autumn girl.

You mean Summer?

I knew it was a season.

Maybe this will get him to stop moping.

Can we pay her to fuck our son?

Yeah, I think maybe

I'd feel more comfortable just, you know, rooting for him.

You didn't ask, but me too.

- Two to one. We're gonna root. - Ah, whatever.

What were you saying about the blog?

[Derek] Oh, man. Liz is pumped up.

She hasn't been this stoked since she got us separate blankets.

[Liz inhales deeply] Listen, I know I'm overexcited.

- It's a weird color on me. It is. - It is kind of weird, yeah.

But how cool would it be if our little truck thing blew up?

[Derek] Oh, I'm rooting for you guys too.

Uh, not like that.

What were you saying?

It's nothing. It can wait.

Yo, Paul. Jimmy gave me your cell.

He said you don't check voicemail right away, but you always read texts.

I tried to talk to Liz, but I was a total chickenshit.

I just realized it's almost 7:00. You're probably already asleep. [sighs]

You know what? Let me just tell you exactly how it happened.

You know how if you use live sourdough yeast in a baguette,

you get a more complex flavor?

[Paul] Jesus Christ.

Hey, what the hell happened to you? I've been waiting in the tub.

You said you were gonna grab us some wine and join me.

My patient just texted me a fucking book.

- [Julie sighs] - I'll be right up.

No, no. It's... It's too late. I'm sleepy.

- Well, I-- - No, you missed your window. [grunts]

For the bath or for the good stuff?

[Julie] All windows are closed.

He did what on the shrimp?

[door buzzes]

[Jimmy] Listen, Grace,

I know it's hard, but you gotta forgive yourself.

I pushed my husband off a cliff. Who does that?

I'm a psycho with good hair.

- I like the good hair part. - Look whose self-esteem is back.

- I'm a fucking monster. - And it's gone.

It's gonna take time, but I'm gonna get you there.

You're gonna keep coming here every day whether I want you to or not, aren't you?

Could you at least smuggle me in some Sour Patch Kids, please?

Of course, Grace. [chuckles]

- Wait, do you mean, like, in my butt? - No.

Oh, then of course, Grace.

[sighs]

[phone chimes]

I have to... I have to head out,

but I know that Brian has some legal stuff to go over with you, so...

We can't do much trial prep until they make a final decision on charges.

But as your counsel, there is one small detail I need to know.

[inhales deeply]

Were you aware that Jimmy was sleeping with his coworker?

Yes, I was.

Thank you.

- [pen scribbling] - "Yes, she was."

[sighs]

Wow.

Paul, it's so warm and inviting.

It's just like you.

Except not at all like you, you know what I mean?

No, I never know what you mean.

Did you give Sean my personal cell phone number?

Yeah. He seemed really stressed out

- and he asked for it-- - What the hell?

- What are you, a 7-Eleven for this kid? - [sighs]

Just open 24 hours a day, seven days a week?

I know how 7-Eleven works, Paul.

Well, then, you know they're only for Slurpees. And condoms.

[Julie] Hey, handsome.

I couldn't sleep, so if you're still interested, I--

Oh, Jimmy's here.

- [Paul] I'm-- [sighing] Hon, I'm-- - No. You know what, never mind. Just...

Goddamn it. This is the second window I missed because of you.

I'm sorry. And I say that not being exactly sure what I'm sor...

Oh, it was sex. Sorry.

I'm trying to give Sean the tools he needs

- to help himself. - [softly] Yeah.

But because of you,

anytime he feels dysregulated, he looks for outside help.

[sighs]

You've done this kid a huge disservice.

[imitates buzzer sound]

- You're buzzing me in my own house? - I am.

And it's 'cause I think you're wrong.

Paul, I see Grace every day and you know why?

Because you feel guilty. 'Cause she threw her husband off a cliff.

- There is that. - Sure.

But also because sometimes people need more.

Paul, as therapists, you and I are a lot alike.

- You take that back. - It's true.

We both care about our patients so much.

And, yes, you might argue I don't have enough boundaries.

You don't have any boundaries.

Well, maybe you have too damn many.

Christ. You're like a... You're like a mental health robot.

[scoffs]

[imitating robot] Engage empathy.

Ooh, oh, interesting. Ooh, oh, interesting.

Ooh, oh. Mmm. Time's up. Disengage. Beep-boop, beep-boop.

I never say beep-boop.

[normal] How about Raymond? You like him so much

and you're not gonna see him again because of some stupid rules?

I mean... I get it.

You are here and I'm-I'm way over here.

But maybe if we both just move a little closer to the middle

because, Paul, I'm telling you...

- [sighing] - ...sometimes people need more.

[line rings]

- Hey, Paul. - [Paul] Hey, kid. [sighs]

I got your text. Fun read.

Are you in any immediate distress?

Uh, nah, not really. I was just hoping we could talk this out, so...

Not tonight. Use the tool I gave you

and we'll talk it through next week in your regular session.

[sighs] Okay.

Good night.

Right. That must've felt really good to do that in front of me.

Yeah, it really did.

[door opens, closes]

[knocks on door]

[Jimmy] Hey, uh, I know I-I promised I was gonna give you some space,

but permission to just poke my head in and say what's up?

Go ahead.

[both laughing]

What's up?

I'm writing a letter to Double D.

Wow. [exhales deeply]

Not super psyched that nickname stuck, but... [chuckles]

I'm not gonna send it or anything.

Summer just said it might help me feel better.

I'm gonna say something I never thought I would say.

Summer had a good idea. [chuckles]

[chuckles]

- All right, this is what I got so far. - Okay.

"Dear Mr. Winston,

You ruined my life, you piece of shit. Eat my ass."

That's a... that's a strong start. [chuckles] That really hooks you.

I should probably write one of those, huh?

Grab a pen.

[Gaby's sibling] It's getting hard to deal with Mama's vision.

And she needs that cataract surgery, okay?

- You gotta come home and talk to her. - You live with her.

- You fucking talk to her. - Gaby, that's why I'm here.

What? Don't give me that "woe-is-me" shit, Courtney, all right?

I did my time. It's time for you to step your shit up.

- How about that? - [groans]

Fucking Saint Gaby.

How long are you gonna make me pay for the past?

'Cause there's only so much shit I can eat before we start hating each other.

But hey, maybe that's what you want.

- Hey, Courtney. - Fucking giants.

Hey, Big Bird. Say hey to Little Bird for me.

- [snaps fingers] - You got it.

[chuckles] Okay.

[sighs] She calls Alice "Little Bird," so...

Hey, what's going on? Same old stuff?

You wanna... You wanna to talk about it?

Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.

I would love to talk about it with my dear old friend Jimmy.

But we fucked that up, remember?

Are you waiting for me to answer? I thought you were gonna storm out.

No, I-I was. I just remembered

- I had my English muffin toasting, so... - Oh.

[sighs]

- [blows raspberry, clicking tongue] - [toaster pings]

- There you go. - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Move.

All right, Paul.

This is so dumb, talking to no one out loud.

[sighs]

Bring it on.

[inhales deeply]

[Liz] What do you mean you don't want to do it anymore?

Why? Is it 'cause you're a giant fucking baby?

Oh, maybe it's my fault 'cause I let you use Derek's fancy toilet that one time.

You probably think we shit money but we don't.

In fact, I don't do number two at all anymore.

I stopped it with willpower.

Something that you know nothing about, you giant chickenshit!

[laughs]

What do you mean you don't want to do it anymore? Why?

Y-You know what? Actually, it's okay. Let's just cancel.

Really?

I found out that he, uh, calls his blog Bite in Shining Armor,

- so I'm pretty sure I already hate him. - [chuckles]

Thank you, Liz. I appreciate it.

Anything for you.

I love this truck and it really means so much to me.

Oh. Um...

I have... I have this for you.

A rock. Holy shit.

It's one of my favorites.

[Sean exhales deeply]

You okay?

Yeah.

You're not talking.

[sniffles, crying] I'm happy.

Thank you, Liz.

Okay, now get away from me for a few minutes.

I'm gonna go in the truck.

Will you do the sign from now on? It pinches my fingers.

- [chuckles] Yes, ma'am. - Please.

- Hey. - [Jimmy] Hey.

I'm going out. Can I get the keys?

Yeah. Yeah.

Giving my little girl the keys, huh?

I'd love if you could throw me those

without trying to make some father-daughter moment out of this.

- You think you can? - I know I can't.

- Okay. - You get to choose though,

between, uh, me taking a video of you catching the keys

or a tight hug of meaningful length.

- Get your phone out. - Yes, that's the one I wanted.

I did hug arms as reverse psychology. Okay.

- Okay. - I'm gonna set this to music later and--

- We're going now? Okay. - Yeah.

- [phone beeps] - [whispers] Action.

- What do you want me to do? - Ask for the keys again.

Oh. Right, right. Um.

Hey, Dad, can I have the keys, please?

Sure. Here you go, kiddo.

[softly] Yes!

And cut.

- That was in slow motion... - Oh. Okay.

...so it's gonna be pretty cool.

I'm gonna go.

Hey, can you do me a favor? Just be so careful out there.

- You got it, pimp. - [chuckles]

- What up, Alice? - Hey.

- Yo. - Hey, man. How you doing?

Pain sets me free.

- So, good? - Real good, Jimmy.

[sighs] Fuck.

Hey. I'm calling to tell you that Sean seems to be doing great.

So, uh, yeah. You were... you were right.

Of course I'm right. I'm always right. That's what I do.

Well, maybe... Maybe someday when I'm right about something,

you could give me a little credit, huh?

Dare to dream, Jimbo.

Good night, Paul.

Hey, Ray.

Hey, there he is.

Give me an IPA, will you?

[both exhale deeply]

So, where were you born?

You know everything about me. I gotta catch up.

[chuckles] Darien, Connecticut.

Um. How many kids do you have?

[knocks on door]

What are you doing here?

Listen, I-I respect your boundaries. Doesn't mean I can't be a friend.

Look, we both know how it goes with your sister. It always blows over.

But until then, yeah, I made you a little care package.

Some of your favorite things. There's a bath bomb,

there's some good tequila,

and there's those grapes you love that taste like cotton candy.

Oh. How do they do it?

It's like grapes and the cotton candy and then it's like what?

- It's a Christmas miracle. - It really is. [sighs]

It's gonna be okay.

Thank you.

- [inhales deeply] - Hmm.

Hey, fuck you.

- Fuck me? - Yeah.

I didn't even move. You leaned in to kiss me.

Yeah, but you were gonna let me kiss you.

You know, I don't even know what's happening right now.

I just came over here with a bag of treats.

- No other intentions, so... - [imitating baby] You did?

You came over with a bag of tweets and no other intentions?

[normal] Show me your underwear.

- Excuse me? - Show me.

You heard me. You wearing the red stuff? Hmm? The sex boxers I like?

Show me your fucking underwear.

I am not going to show you my undergarment.

Well, why not? Hmm? You have something to hide?

- Show me your undergarment. - You know what?

- This is getting weird. - Show me your undergarment.

Gaby, this is getting weird. I'm gonna leave.

- No, you made it weird. - I'm gonna leave.

- Actually, you made it weird. - Hey, no.

- Let me see your underwear. - No. Hey. No.

- I do not consent. No. - Show me your underwear. Let me see.

- [exclaims] Let me see it! - [grunts] How are you so fucking strong?

[screams]

- [grunting, screaming] - Show me! Show me!

- Show me your underwear. - Release me. Stop saying it.

- Stop saying it! No! I will not! - Show me your underwear!

[breathes heavily]

Yeah.

Fine.

But you're the one who made a move on me.

I didn't do anything wrong.

[panting] Yeah, you did because you knew.

- I knew what? - Really? You gonna make me say it? Huh?

Jimmy. [panting] You knew I caught feelings, all right?

But you're so fucking selfish, you just kept fucking me anyway, right?

[sniffles] Yeah? Huh? Just admit it.

[softly] Yeah.

Get the fuck out of my house.

- Don't do this. - Get the fuck out.

[Jimmy] Okay.

Go.

I'm really sorry.

Fuck you, man.

["Cope" playing]

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