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Do you love your wife?

God, I love Susan.

She's amazing.

She's f***ing incredible.

Make's me harder than Chinese algebra.

I love my wife.

You know, I love Paris.

I just wouldn't want to live there

the rest of my life.

It's a f***ing addiction, Doc.

I mean that literally.

I'm addicted to f***ing.

I should go to Cock Enders.

- You are not a sex addict.

- Really?

Look, if you are beginning

to have feelings of temptation,

we can find ways for you to cope.

I'm ahead of you on that, Doc, okay?

I think I've found a way to cope

because I got this friend, okay?

We'll call him the Admiral.

He's a world-class cocksman.

When I say "world-class,"

I mean this guy sees more puss

than a litter box.

And, Doc...

I do this thing.

All right.

I call him in the morning

and he tells me what went on

the night before.

Kind of a "coitus discriptus"

kind of thing,

and then I...

you know, butter the corn.

Punch the clown.

A little beef "strokinoff."

You know what I'm saying?

- I got it.

- Yeah.

I mean, that's the disease.

That's the addiction.

That's wrong, right?

Look, Jack.

If you find that this strategy

of phoning up your Admiral friend

is helping you to stay faithful to your wife,

then it's not weird.

But you have to start to admit

you are an alcoholic.

- Functional.

- Let's stop it.

No, l...

I want to get back out there

and lock crotch.

You got to help me, Doc.

I'm afraid.

I want to feel like a man again, you know?

Jack, I've known you a long time.

But did you just ask me

to give you permission

to cheat on your wife?

Yeah.

Good to see you again.

How are you doing?

I'm okay.

How are you?

Hey, you look a little worse for wear.

Yeah, well, I haven't been sleeping much.

What's going on?

Let's all sit down

and talk.

Henry, you have had a damn tough year.

We are all here, all of us,

because we care about you.

You have a drug problem.

- I got it, James.

- Excuse me, I'm speaking here.

I was addicted to anger.

And you helped me beat it.

Let us help you beat this.

It's obvious that you have been, Henry,

self-medicating for some time.

Okay...

Is this...

Is this an intervention?

It's an opportunity.

In the first place,

you were my wife's doctor, not mine.

And in the second place,

I'm not some f***ing drug addict

on Wilshire Boulevard, all right?

I'm a doctor.

And let me...

Diana, did you actually

send me a written invitation

two weeks ago to my own intervention?

- Opportunity.

- You say that one more time,

I'm going to throw

a f***ing crab cake in your face.

We've arranged a room at a rehab

just north of Oxnard.

Are you shitting me?

He wants to send me to Oxnard.

Look, let me make it clear to you, okay?

My wife died, you f***ing a**holes.

We love you, son.

And it's a b*tch seeing you like this.

Well, then don't look, Dad.

Look, l...

We've...

We've written a letter.

We've all signed it.

All right.

Jeremy will read it.

I don't really want to read it

anymore, actually.

Okay.

I'll read it.

"Dear Henry, help..."

My wife killed herself.

She had a car accident.

No, Dad.

That's what I told you.

Jesus Chr...

Whoa.

So, I'm going to go out to my car,

I'm going to take a big hit

from a self-medicating joint,

and then I'm going

to Kentucky Fried Chicken

'cause it's finger-f***ing-licking good.

"Cherokee" is from the word "Muscogee."

Cherokee means

"speakers of another language."

Does anybody know

how the Cherokees lived?

What sort of people were they?

Were they warriors?

Where do you think you're going?

Jemma. I need you to go

back to your seat.

Jemma, go back to your seat now.

A f***ing intervention?

Who the f*** are they to intervene?

Who the f*** are they to point the finger?

- Do you think I have a problem?

- What kind of problem would you have?

Everyone's got a problem?

With this? With drugs?

No. Why does it always have

to be about the drugs?

Why does everything have to have a label?

Why...

Why's it got to be right or wrong?

Why does it have to be the drugs?

It's grief.

What?

They want you to have

some kind of normal response to grief.

So they don't have to watch.

But it's mine.

Yeah.

I know it's yours.

What are you talking about?

Yeah, I'm going to go around the world

making my music.

Rocking c*cks, that's what I do.

That's who I am.

I'm sorry?

Rockin' c*cks... it's a music term

for making people happy.

Are you comfortable?

Well, as much as I can be.

Good.

I think he's become...

a narcissist.

Is that what your

Gypsy yoga teacher told you?

No, and she's not a Gypsy.

And I'm not a narcissist.

What's a narcissist?

It's someone who doesn't give a sh*t

about anyone but themselves.

F*** it.

I got to take a leak.

He wasn't always like this.

It's like I'm watching everything

from the distance.

Like I'm not really there.

I'm just...

Numb.

Mommy.

Here, come on, baby.

You kind of look like Kate Amberson.

Anybody ever tell you that?

No.

I mean, you could be, like,

her older sister or something.

And I can I get cash back?

Miss Jenkins,

get the superintendent on the phone, please.

Get me permission to search those lockers.

Let's go.

Get to class, young lady.

So, you on drugs?

No.

Look, I know this year has been

kind of hard on you.

Thank you.

Are you going to expel me?

No, I want you to talk to somebody.

No, thanks.

Look...

Jemma, what do you think

your mother would say about all this?

- Hey, is Hector working next week?

- Yeah.

- Trying to pick up some of his shifts.

- Yeah, I'll put in a good word.

Thanks.

Sorry about that, sir.

This is my car.

It's worth more than you.

Patrick Silver, as I live and breathe.

Hey, man, long time no see.

How are you doing, you f***ing biotch?

Mitch, don't touch me.

You know better than that.

Congratulations on the divorce.

Yeah, well, look around.

I'm back, you know.

- Yeah, well, I never left.

- Right.

Hey, did you see Tokyo Missile Crisis?

What do you think?

I don't know.

What's it going to gross?

Jesus, man, do you even go

in the office anymore?

Bro, this is my office.

You have no idea how much heat

this has brought to my profile.

And you should stay over tonight.

Don't touch me.

Because this house has more poontang

than you could ever f***.

Yeah, dude, I'm just here to find Shamus.

- I thought he was in the hospital.

- No, he's here.

- He told me to meet him here.

- All right, what was it?

- It's heatstroke.

- Yeah.

Yeah, I snorted

too much heatstroke once myself.

Hey, did you read my asteroid movie?

Shamus would crush that.

Yeah, I'm not so sure

about disaster pictures this year.

It's not a disaster picture.

It's an asteroid movie.

You know, f***ing space rocks

ripping through f***ing space.

You know, people lined up

nuts to butts to see that.

Yeah, bring an offer with some stink on it,

'cause if you don't get

on the train right now,

- he's going to be 20 against 20.

- I know.

You took me all the way through the house.

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