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ls there any part

of my life that is off-limits? Any?

Jesus!

(SlGHS)

l knew we shouldn't

have come out here.

Oh, my God.

The wallet.

What?

You hid the wallet

in the car

so you could avoid

coming out here.

(SCOFFS)

What?

That's complete bullshit.

Yeah, yeah, it is, Sam.

lt is complete bullshit!

Will you

listen to yourself? Please listen...

Why did you even

bring me through that

ridiculous charade

at the airport?

Come on, Han!

Why did you even

get on the plane?

Because you found us

another flight!

Who the hell are you, Sam?

(HORN HONKS)

Hannah, l understand

that you're angry.

l would like to talk

to you about this.

l'm so sorry, sir.

Thank you.

-Hannah, l need you.

-Why do you need me?

What, you need

someone else you can lie to?

You don't have

enough suckers in your life, Sam?

No.

-Goodbye.

-(SlGHS)

Hannah...

Just go.

(COUGHS)

(METAL MUSlC PLAYlNG)

ls Johnny there?

Johnny Dillon?

(JAZZ MUSlC PLAYlNG)

l'm looking for Natalia.

l'm Jerry Harper's son.

Jerry Harper.

Jesus Christ.

This is an odd question.

Do you have a daughter?

Frankie?

Hello?

(GROANS)

(JAZZ MUSlC CONTlNUES)

(SAM SlNGlNG)

(PLAYlNG GUlTAR)

Hey, you'd love this.

lt's for the young

working woman

struggling to maintain

a balance between her career

and her personal life.

At least

you think l'm young.

l can see the bags

under your eyes.

-You got to watch...

-Frances, Josh, l'm Amanda.

Hi! Uh, sorry we're late.

There was a ton

of traffic and stuff, so...

All right, little man,

we'll see you...

Why don't you

come in and join us?

Oh.

-All right.

-Sit wherever you like.

Hey, oh, ah, ah, ah.

Come on.

She said sit wherever

you want, so, uh...

FRANKlE:
She doesn't mean

her desk. Get out.

You know, today,

let's sit wherever we want.

Oh, that's my...

This is for me. Okay.

So, Josh,

l want you to know that

whatever you're feeling

right now, it's all right.

You can say whatever's on your

mind or nothing at all.

She doesn't

want to be here.

Yeah, but we have

to be here, so...

-Well, for now, Frances...

-Oh, Frankie. Gosh.

(SCOFFS) Frances...

Please, call me Frankie.

Frankie. Okay.

Why don't you tell me

good things about Josh.

(STAMMERlNG)

ls this a trick question?

DR. AMANDA:
There are

no trick questions.

Just whatever

comes to mind.

Yeah, no,

l have a great kid, l have a great kid.

So, obviously,

he's very smart.

And he's very funny.

And, you know,

he was great right from the get-go.

He was a great baby.

He slept through the night,

you know, right away.

He really never cried.

Why do you think

that was?

l'm sorry.

Why do l think what was?

Why he never cried.

-Why do you think that was?

-l don't know yet.

Okay, well,

my insurance covers four

50 minute sessions here

and then

it's out of pocket,

so l'd love it

if you could figure it out.

And l don't know

how this usually works,

but l was thinking

we could start by

asking Josh some questions.

Great.

So, Josh,

why don't you tell us

how you feel

about being here.

l feel better already.

(SAM GROANlNG)

Ah!

-Oh, so you're still here.

-What?

Hannah still asleep?

She left.

She had to leave.

Oh. l thought you guys

were going together.

Looks like l have

to see some clients while l'm in town.

What for?

Oh, you know...

Our company

just did a deal

to donate

a million soccer balls

made out of

disaster relief packaging

to kids in the Sudan,

so we do the logistics.

So l figured

l'd stay around for a couple days,

if that's cool with you.

Stay as long as you like.

No, Andy was supposed to call

you about this two days ago.

About the wood, Bill.

About the wood!

lf l don't get

this guy's wife enough wood

to build a deck

in eight hours,

he's gonna report me

to the FTC.

Here's my list.

She wants Mangaris wood, okay?

lt needs to be

diamond-finished Mangaris.

Also, the barbecue

needs to be a...

Needs to be

a 48-inch Viking,

high-end stainless steel

with an infrared burner.

What's up, guys?

(JOSH GROANS)

Bill, l'll call you back

in five minutes.

Did you tell anybody

we were at the pool with you?

No.

lf you say

anything about us,

we'll beat

the living sh*t out of you!

(BLUEGRASS MUSlC PLAYlNG)

(PEOPLE TALKlNG lNDlSTlNCTLY)

No.

You're not getting

10 feet out the door.

Look. Look!

You can't be stealing CDs.

Nobody even buys CDs anymore.

And it's a record store.

You can't shoplift

from a record store.

lt's like kicking

a dead man.

Do you work here?

(SCOFFS)

Probably only

a matter of time.

l'm Sam.

l sort of know your mom.

You're not going

to tell her, are you?

That your taste

in music blows? l don't know. Maybe.

Look, this right here,

this is what you're looking for.

Dude, if you try

and grab my balls...

Whoa, whoa. What the f***?

Try and grab your balls?

lf you even try,

l will bite

your finger off. l swear to God.

l totally get it.

Here you go.

Go ahead.

How do you know her?

We, you know,

met in a meeting.

-What step are you on?

-Eight.

-Make your list yet?

-Huh?

-Of people you screwed over?

-Oh, yeah.

lt's a long list.

l'll be on eight for a while.

You know the steps?

Carol has them

on the fridge.

-Who's Carol?

-Frankie.

Why do you call her Carol?

Carol's our fat-ass

building manager.

Has a moustache,

smells like deep-fried farts.

Frankie doesn't see

the resemblance.

l have to remind her.

-How old are you?

-Eleven.

What do 1 1-year-olds

do nowadays?

-l blew up a pool.

-What?

Yeah, l threw in

a sodium rock and it blew up.

Part of it.

The deep end.

Carol was pissed.

Now l have to go

to kid therapy

and play with blocks

till l cry.

(CHUCKLES)

All right.

Here we go.

Listen up.

You're going to start

with Gang of Four, okay?

Then you'll move

to The Buzzcocks.

Then Joy Division.

Then The Clash.

Finish up with Television.

ln that order.

You going to remember

that order?

Maybe.

All right. Here you go.

Pay for them.

('70S FUNK PLAYlNG lN STORE)

Whoa! That's your car?

Sweet wheels, dude.

Give me a ride.

No, no.

Definitely not.

Come on, Music Man,

you're already super weird.

lt's not going to

get any weirder.

Look, can you just...

l got to go, man.

l got to go. l'm sorry.

Can you just...

Sorry.

All right!

Public transportation sucks ass!

(ROCK MUSlC PLAYlNG)

Spanish songs

in Andalucia

The shooting sites

in the days of '39

Oh, please, leave

the vendetta open

-Your mom's not home?

-Work.

Huh.

Where?

That hotel downtown,

The Standard.

When, now?

Does she work nights?

She kind of works nights,

double shifts. Whatever.

She's not worried about you

being home by yourself?

Dude, l know how

to microwave pizza.

Plus, there's

Ted downstairs, Lucy next door.

Seventeen, Mexican.

Goes braless.

Owns a yoga DVD.

lt's win-win.

(CHUCKLES)

(ROCK MUSlC

CONTlNUES FROM CAR)

-Oh. Don't forget this.

-(MUSlC STOPS)

Your musical edification.

Gang of Four, The Buzzcocks,

Joy Division, The Clash,

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