GRETCHEN: Yes, Rodney, I know the agreement is for two years.
The truth is, I'm on dialysis. It's acute renal failure caused
by sweat poisoning. Strenuous exercise could
literally kill me. I'm with my doctor right now.
- Let me put him on. - JIMMY: Oh, come on.
(Sighs) (Indian accent): This is
Dr. Patel. Look, between you and me, she's
on her deathbed. I told her to cancel her gym
membership just to give her a purpose in her final hours.
What a tragedy to die so young having not accomplished
- anything in life. - GRETCHEN: Oh, that guy.
What a pessimist. I'm gonna fight this thing!
Thanks, Rodney. You've been a delight.
JIMMY: Why don't you just say, "I don't want to go to your
- dumb gym anymore?" - GRETCHEN: Because I don't
want Rodney out there judging me when I don't show up for 10:00
- a.m. Pilates class. - JIMMY: You've never been to a
- 10:00 a.m. anything. - GRETCHEN: My flight's soon.
Can we continue this when I come back from parental purgatory?
JIMMY: Are your folks really that awful?
GRETCHEN: Just uptight and lame.
They act like I don't have my shit together.
JIMMY: Those clothes aren't even fully dry.
GRETCHEN: I'm gonna go borrow your toothbrush.
- (Edgar sighs) - JIMMY: Uh, the trash goes
from inside to outside, not the other way around.
EDGAR: Oh, I've been trying this recycling thing.
If I save up enough money, I can buy Ambien from this Web site.
JIMMY: Isn't the V.A. supposed to give you drugs for
your... for your war brain stuff?
EDGAR: I don't want to use up resources when there are vets
- out there with real problems. - JIMMY: You're trading soda
cans for black market pharmaceuticals.
- That is a problem! - EDGAR: Fine.
- I'll go talk to them. - GRETCHEN: And I'm out.
JIMMY: All right, just let me wash this mask off, and then we
- can go. - GRETCHEN: Oh, no, no, no.
- I'll just take an Uber. - JIMMY: I'm headed that
- direction anyway. - GRETCHEN: Jimmy, you're not
driving me to the airport. That's ridiculous.
JIMMY: Look, I promise there will be no mushy, curbside
stuff, okay? I won't even come to a complete
stop. You can just tuck and roll, all
right? Give me a couple of minutes.
♪ I'm gonna leave you anyway I'm gonna leave you anyway ♪
♪ Gonna leave you anyway. ♪
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BECCA: You cheated on Paul?!
LINDSAY: Shh.
Don't whisper-yell at me!
BECCA: How can you even live
with yourself?
LINDSAY: I can't!
I feel so bad, I can't eat or
watch any shows with adultery.
That's all my shows.
- I'm getting nosebleeds from the guilt. - BECCA: Nosebleeds?
LINDSAY: Also, I lied.
I can totally eat.
WOMAN: Ladies, please keep it down.
LINDSAY: It's not fair.
You don't know what it's like
to yearn for the touch of another.
BECCA: Jimmy tried to kiss me.
LINDSAY (Loudly): What?!
BECCA: But I...
Oh, I said no... because I love my husband.
LINDSAY: Did you want to?
BECCA: I took a vow.
Marriage means being in it 24/7
from the moment when you wake up
in the morning, and you see that
red, curly happy trail, to
at night when he rolls off of you
and asks if you've had your "gazz" yet.
LINDSAY: He asks you after he rolls off you?
BECCA: The point is, I restrain myself because I am not
an animal. After this class, you are gonna
- come clean with Paul. - LINDSAY: I can't tell him.
BECCA: Lindsay, you're not gonna tell him?
- LINDSAY: Ow! Ow! Bec, stop! - BECCA: You need me to make
you tell him? You gonna tell him, Lindsay?
- You gonna tell him? - LINDSAY: Ow!
BECCA: You know I can make you tell him, can make you!
LINDSAY: No. Fine! (Whispers): Fine.
Fine, I'll tell him. (Gasps)
BECCA: You can continue the yoga now.
♪
♪ I got three, four gallons of Hennessy ♪
♪ I got all my dawgs at the V.I.P... ♪
JIMMY: Cheers. Fellows! How is it?
Yeah. Are you here to see a black
- movie, as well? - HONEY NUTZ: We just call it
- a movie. - JIMMY: Where's Sam?
SHITSTAIN: Had a meeting. He's on the board of the
Angelino Heights Restoration Committee.
HONEY NUTZ: What are you doing here?
JIMMY: I like to yell out character inconsistencies,
structural flaws, and keep a general humorous running
commentary. This is the only place I can do
- that. - SHITSTAIN: To be fair, we do
like to go to Beverly Hills to see a Wes Anderson movie, so...
HONEY NUTZ: I like it when they clap for Bill Murray.
- SHITSTAIN: Yeah, he's funny. - HONEY NUTZ: Yeah, yeah.
- SHITSTAIN: Okay, he's funny. - JIMMY: I've just dropped
Gretchen off at the airport, as well, so I was in the hood
- anyway. - HONEY NUTZ: Where does that
bitch think she flying? We supposed to meet her ass
- tomorrow morning. - JIMMY: Oh, that's impossible.
She's gone home for, like, a week.
SHITSTAIN: Hey, it's Shitstain.
Where are you? Oh, oh, she's here.
Yeah, she's headed to the museum with her parents.
Yeah, yeah, Sam tried to drag us to that.
Heard the Rauschenberg pretty tight.
- Okay, word. - HONEY NUTZ: Mm. Okay, so she
told you she was flying out of town?
- JIMMY: Yeah. - HONEY NUTZ: And now she at a
- museum? - SHITSTAIN: Why would she lie
to you about seeing her folks? Have you met them?
- JIMMY: No. - HONEY NUTZ: Oh, shit.
- (Laughs) - SHITSTAIN: Yo.
HONEY NUTZ: She trying to hide you!
SHITSTAIN: It's just like Richie and Margot in The Royal
- Tenenbaums. - HONEY NUTZ: Right. Shit.
Look, I wouldn't want to tell my mom I'm dating Draco Malfoy,
- either. - SHITSTAIN: Draco.
- BOTH: Draco! - SHITSTAIN: That's...
- (Honey Nutz laughs) - Draco!
- It's butter in that? - HONEY NUTZ: Oh, yeah, there's
- butter in there. Right. - SHITSTAIN: Oh, we good, we
- good. - EDGAR: So, for a while, I
started drinking generic vodka till I passed out, but then I'd
still have the same nightmares, only in the dream, I'd be drunk
- and way less coordinated. - CASEWORKER: I am so sorry,
- brother. - EDGAR: Yeah, now I'm scared
to go to sleep because I wake up super angry.
CASEWORKER: Sleep to rage. It's the worst.
I used to tell my wife to duct-tape pillows to my hands
in case I woke up swinging. (Chuckles)
EDGAR: So, my roommate says that I have a serious problem,
and that you guys should cover all my meds.
CASEWORKER: Usually, I have to turn down a lot of folks, but
you seem like a perfect candidate for help.
Real quick, who is this roommate?
EDGAR: Oh, Jimmy. He's a novelist from Britain.
He lets me live with him in exchange for cooking and
- housework. - CASEWORKER: You have a job?
Tight. It can be so tough for vets to
- find work... - EDGAR: Oh, no, he doesn't pay
- me. - CASEWORKER: Cool.
So he thinks the U.S. government should cover your expenses...
- EDGAR: Mm-hmm. - CASEWORKER: while you work
- for free? - EDGAR: Oh, no.
- He's my best friend. - CASEWORKER: Cool.
Okay, very cool. Soldier, have you ever heard of
Domestic Civilian Transference Syndrome By Proxy?
- EDGAR: Mm-mm. - CASEWORKER: It's my only
copy, but trust me, it's highly true.
You need to nip this in the bud. Tonight, you sit this so-called
roommate down and you say, "Hey, man, I was in the shit while you
were at home watching telly. If my nightmares are too scary
for you, maybe you need to pay for my meds!"
- EDGAR: Damn straight. - CASEWORKER: Yeah, you tell
- him that. - EDGAR: I will tell him that.
I will! Thank you.
CASEWORKER: You're welcome, soldier.
EDGAR (Mutters): Watching telly...
- (Muttering continues) - CASEWORKER: Number 97.
- PAUL: You're home. - LINDSAY: We need to talk
about something. This has been eating away at me,
but the fact is...
I realized I don't really know what you do all day.
(Chuckles) Tell me about this...
- weird thing. - PAUL: The recumbent?
LINDSAY: Yeah! How does it work?
PAUL: Well, if you really want the total experience,
- I can always pull out the tandem. - LINDSAY: The what now?
PAUL: A semi-reclined position provides broader
distribution of body weight, and alas for better blood flow to the anus and testicles.
Aw, heck yeah! Here's the gang!
Mimi, Connor, this is my wife Lindsay.
(Chuckles) Last one to Starbucks is an
uprighter! (Groans loudly)
We should let them win. Connor's life-coaching business
just went under, and Mimi has impetigo.
All right, here I come, Mimi. Look out.
- (Bicycle bell dings) - (Chuckles)
JIMMY: Nice use of negative space.
GRETCHEN: What are you doing here?!
JIMMY: What are you doing here?
I just dropped you at the airport!
GRETCHEN: What? No, you didn't.
- JIMMY: Yes, I did. - GRETCHEN: What?! What are you
talking about? No, that was a dream you had.
All right, fine. This is so dumb.
So, I am waiting at the gate as they deplane the flight before
mine, and all of a sudden, guess who gets off?
My friggin' parents! And I'm like, "What?!
I thought you guys wanted me to come visit."
So dumb. Gretchen, you nerd.
- JIMMY: Stop. - GRETCHEN: All right, I lied.
But Vanessa and Fred are such a bummer!
I didn't want to subject you to their passive-aggressive shit.
JIMMY: Right, so you packed and had me drop you off at the
- airport? - GRETCHEN: Did I really pack?
I just put some damp laundry and toilet paper into a suitcase.
- Open your eyes, Jimmy. - JIMMY: Right, well, I have to
meet the people that created this nightmare of a person.
GRETCHEN: Oh, I would, but we have to leave.
- I'm taking them to the airport. - JIMMY: I thought you just
- picked them up. - GRETCHEN: It turns out they
can't stay. Dad is having emergency back
surgery tomorrow at Johns Hopkins.
He is having his L7 fused, and they just had a cancellation.
The procedure's experimental, but Dr. Pablo's the best, and a
slot just opened up. I am serious.
JIMMY: Mm. Well, I'm not leaving until you produce these
- monsters. - GRETCHEN: All right.
You asked for it.
- JIMMY: You're not art. - GRETCHEN: Jimmy?
- Vanessa and Fred. - MOM: Jimmy, hi.
- JIMMY: Hi. - MOM: Nice to meet you.
- So sorry we have to run. - DAD: I'm having a surgery,
- Jimmy. - JIMMY: Yes. Yes, Gretchen
said. Okay, good luck with that.
So glad I got to meet you. So I'll see you later?
GRETCHEN: Uh, nah, I have a work thing.
- Call you tomorrow? - JIMMY: Okay.
GRETCHEN (Echoing): My dad's having back surgery...
at Johns Hopkins. He's having his L7 fused.
Dr. Pablo's the best. Back surgery...
Johns Hopkins... Back surgery...
John Hopkins... Dr. Pablo...
Procedure's experimental... experimental... experimental.
DAD: Well, they said that it's, like, all tropical plants
- they've got. - MOM: Oh, okay.
JIMMY: Who are you? Where's Gretchen?
MOM: Oh, look, hon. It's the guy with the accent.
DAD: That lady said we were on a hidden camera show.
- What channel will this be on? - MOM: Oh, I bet it's nine.
- DAD: Four? No, four, right? - MOM: No. No, I bet you a week
- of dishes it's channel nine. - DAD: Nine?!
- MOM: Nine. Nine. Nine. - DAD: Four. Four. Four.
PAUL: And as I like to say, once you pedal on your back,
you never go back. To pedaling normally.
- (Chuckles) - (Lindsay laughs weakly)
- LINDSAY: This is really nice. - PAUL: Well, there's more
where that came from. Were you serious about seeing
- what I do for fun? - LINDSAY: Yes.
PAUL (Laughs): Well, hold on to your hat.
- (Lindsay groans) - (Engine sputtering)
Ladies and gentlemen, we've reached an altitude of 75 feet.
If you look out the right side of the plane, you can see the
San Gabriels. Those on the left can catch a
glimpse of my beautiful wife Lindsay. (Chuckles)
DARREN (Over radio): Paul, you know that sub-hundred
elevation is for westbound traffic only.
PAUL: Roger that. Sorry, Darren.
Climbing. Did you know that four American
presidents were home-brewers? Can you guess?
George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, James Madison,
and...?
The answer is Barack Obama! Uh...
- Lindsay? - LINDSAY: Huh?
Oh. I'm fine.
- Keep talking beer. - (Paul sighs)
EDGAR: Jimmy, we need to talk.
JIMMY: Gretchen was so scared of me meeting her parents that
she hired fake parents. Am I really Draco Malfoy?
EDGAR: I just talked to the V.A., and...
Am I just some unpaid servant who lives here for free?
JIMMY: That's a concise way of putting it.
EDGAR: My caseworker says maybe you should be paying for
- my meds. - JIMMY: Right. Listen to me,
my friend. You bought into a long con.
Society screwed you over, and we owe you for that.
I, personally, do not owe you, but a sort of collective "we"
does. And you need your meds so you
can shake off some of the damage done by Cheney's fictional
yellowcake uranium. So, you turn around, you go back
to the V.A., and you demand your due!
- (Gretchen sighs) - FRED: 15, love.
- Let's go, sweetie. - VANESSA: Gretchen,
your backhand has completely disintegrated.
- GRETCHEN: Sorry, Mommy. - VANESSA: Seven years of
training with Andrés for nothing. (Scoffs)
- Ready? - FRED: You can do it, sweetie.
- GRETCHEN: Sorry, Mommy. - (Jimmy mouthing)
JIMMY: Hello, darling. Sorry I'm late.
Mwah. Hello. I'm Jimmy Shive-Overly.
- Gretchen's boyfriend. - FRED: Oh, well, hello.
- I'm Fred. - VANESSA: Vanessa.
Please join us. In her typical way, Gretchen has
- told us nothing about you. - JIMMY: Ugh!
(Chuckles) Milk.
Gretchen... always ordering milk. Sometimes double milks.
I actually sometimes wonder if maybe she drinks too much milk.
- (Jimmy laughs) - VANESSA: So, Jimmy, where are
- you from? - GRETCHEN: London.
- The fancy part. - FRED: And what do you do?
GRETCHEN: He's a novelist. Published, very well-regarded.
- Jimmy... - VANESSA: And, Gretchen,
you're still doing that music thing?
FRED: Who's that skinny boy you represent?
- JIMMY: Shitstain? - GRETCHEN: No!
- Josh Groban is who he meant. - VANESSA: How did you two
- meet? - GRETCHEN: At a fund-raiser.
It was... animal-related.
FRED: Uh-huh, Gretchen does so much charity work.
JIMMY: Oh, she does love animals.
Tell your mom how you got your cat.
GRETCHEN: Jimmy, it was so nice of you to stop by, but I
know you have that meeting. I'll walk you out.
- VANESSA: What meeting? - GRETCHEN: Movie producers.
From Hollywood. They are turning his book into a
movie starring Zach Braff and that woman from the show you
- like. - VANESSA: Scandal?
GRETCHEN: Yes, Scandal. Jimmy, I bet that driver has
been waiting outside for a while now.
You should go.
JIMMY: Okay. Nice to meet you both.
Okay, none of this is true. I'm not from the fancy part of
London, I'm from the bad part of Manchester.
- GRETCHEN: Stop. - JIMMY: I am an author.
Talented but wildly underappreciated.
I had to follow Gretchen here today, only to witness her
mother bullying her during a tennis match.
You're right about her backhand, by the way...
- it's appalling. - VANESSA: You're telling me
- how to speak to Gretchen? - JIMMY: You've never spoken to
the real Gretchen. The real Gretchen runs publicity
for some of the biggest rap acts in town.
The real Gretchen doesn't drink milk or take ballet classes.
In fact, she just cancelled her gym membership so she'd have
- money for cigarettes. - FRED: You smoke?
JIMMY: Sure, she hasn't been to the dentist in years and
lives off 7-Eleven hot dogs, but she is brave and spontaneous.
And that Gretchen is so paralyzed with the fear of
disappointing you that you don't actually know her at all.
I feel sorry for you two. You will never know the
brilliant, beautiful mess that is your daughter.
(Gretchen chuckles nervously)
- GRETCHEN: Daddy, I... - FRED: (Sighs) Just take us
back to our hotel. And...
finish your milk.
CASEWORKER: I really wish I could help, but funds are tight.
Congress wants to pay for the war, not the casualties.
EDGAR: I'm not asking for a medal or a parade, just a good
- night's sleep. - (Caseworker sighs)
CASEWORKER: Uncle! I give in. (Chuckles) I will fill out your
paperwork and find the money for your meds.
- EDGAR: Thank you. - CASEWORKER: Where is it that
- you're living? - EDGAR: Uh, Silver Lake.
CASEWORKER: Silver Lake. Ooh-la-la.
Hey, Jerry, bad news, you're gonna have to turn in your hook.
JERRY: But-but I use it to pick things up.
CASEWORKER: No, man. Stuff's gonna stay on the
ground. This hipster's having bad
"dweams."
EDGAR: I didn't...
- (Gunfire over TV) - (Knocking)
GRETCHEN: Why would you do that?!
My dad didn't say another word to me in the car, and now
they're changing their flight so they leave tomorrow!
- What is wrong with you?! - JIMMY: Sorry, wouldn't you
rather have a fractured, combative relationship with your
parents that's based on truth than this pleasant artificial
- relationship based on lies? - GRETCHEN: No.
JIMMY: Well, then you should've been more explicit
- about that. - GRETCHEN: They're my family!
I get to lie to them till I'm old and they're dead, and you
don't get a vote! I would never tell your dad to
- read your book. - JIMMY: Yeah, because he
wouldn't let you through the door 'cause you're a redhead and
he's hated the Irish ever since the IRA blew up his favorite
chip shop. Look, I'm sorry.
- Forgive me for valuing honesty. - GRETCHEN: This is about you
controlling and bullying everybody to behave the way you
think they should. I knew you were insensitive and
manipulative, but you're mean, Jimmy.
- You're a mean person. - JIMMY: Well, at least I am a person!
(Sniffles)
♪
- JIMMY: Hey, um... - GRETCHEN: I'm done.
- I'm tagging out. - JIMMY: What?
- Of-of this argument? - GRETCHEN: No, Jimmy.
Of this. I told you I don't do
relationships, and yet here we are in one.
I feel... I feel like this train is speeding up, and this may be
my last chance to hop off before any serious injury.
JIMMY: Speak English.
GRETCHEN: Good-bye, Jimmy. Sorry!
You're right, I'm not a person.
(Door slams)
PAUL: Those three stars are Orion's Belt.
See how he looks like a man with a club?
(Australian accent): G'day, Linds.
- I'm Orion, the mighty hunter. - (Both laugh)
- Hmm. What was that for? - LINDSAY: Nothing.
Just... you. You weirdo.
(Phone chimes)
(Gasps) I'm sorry. I have to go.
Gretchen needs me. Thanks for the day.
Have fun with your stars.
PAUL: They're everyone's stars.
- (Door opens, closes) - EDGAR: Where's Gretchen?
- And why are you cooking? - JIMMY: It's over.
Lasted longer than anyone would've guessed, huh?
EDGAR: No. What happened?
JIMMY: Uh, can we not talk about it?
I-I need to just... just not.
(Sighs) You hungry?
EDGAR: Yeah, I-I could eat.
JIMMY: No go on the pills, huh?
- EDGAR: (Scoffs) Nope. - JIMMY: We'll go down there
- tomorrow and sort it out. - EDGAR: R-Really?
Thanks.
JIMMY: I have no idea how to cook.
EDGAR: What have you been doing all this time?
JIMMY: Just, uh, stirring ketchup in the pan.
EDGAR: Okay. Okay. Um... that's a good base.
- JIMMY: Yeah? - EDGAR: Yeah.
Uh, pinch of salt, throw it in there.
- JIMMY: Pinch-pinch of salt. - EDGAR: And then add a little
bit of, uh, olive oil, two, three counts worth.
Now stir it in. Stir it in nice and gently. Stir it.
And, uh, keep stirring, keep stirring.
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