- I guess what I'm saying is that I'm finally in a place
where I've accepted my body as being awesome.
And now I just kind of can't stop masturbating.
It's not a problem, Like, I don't mind it,
I just thought that that would be something
that you would kind of like dig hearing about.
'Cause that's like a behavioral.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
Go on. - Okay, cool.
'Cause I wanted to tell you about this unbearable poem
that my mom posted on my Facebook wall,
like where she knows everyone will see it.
(therapist snorts)
Did I say something?
- No, it's just.
Actually, there is something wrong.
Probably wondering why I canceled
the last two appointments with you.
- No, I just assumed you were having an abortion.
That's why I cancel.
- Or why I'm dressed like this right now?
- No, I love your whole, like, sad Stevie Nicks look.
I really don't wanna violate the whole doctor, patient,
you don't tell me anything and I just talk thing.
Okay, so my mom's cooze of a poem.
This is how it starts.
"My sacred daughter.
"My reason for living."
- Amy, both my parents died.
- Oh my God, are they okay?
- No, they're dead.
- Yeah, but you know what I mean.
It's just, it's just like an expression.
Okay, well I'm gonna go.
- No, Amy, please don't, really.
I need to be back at work.
I do.
I'm sorry, please go ahead, Amy.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
- Maybe you need some time to process
or heal or other words you tell me.
- No, no, I'm a-
- Narcissist?
- When I have time alone
I can't stop thinking about how they died.
So please, you were complaining about your mother
giving you unconditional love.
Go ahead.
- Yeah, okay, so, 'cause I do wanna talk about it.
- [Therapist] Okay.
- Okay, so my mom, I write to her,
"What was up with that post?"
And then she writes,
"You mean the post about how much I love you
"and I'm living for you?"
- They both died in a fire.
- Okay.
- My parents died in a fire that they may have started.
- I'm gonna get out of here.
- No, please, please don't, this is your time.
I mean, you were already 32 minutes late.
You have 13 minutes left, Amy.
Go ahead. - Okay.
- [Therapist] Please.
- But you know that I had a really good excuse
for being late.
- [Therapist] Yes.
- It's like Time Warner does not come
when they say they're going to come.
So everybody's had a hard day.
Okay, how 'bout I won't talk about my parents.
- Okay.
- Right? - Yeah.
- Money, I wanted to talk to you about money.
- Oh.
- So all of a sudden I have too much of it.
And what else is going on?
I've been getting recognized out the ass.
This is dumb.
- No, it's not dumb.
Your feelings are valid and it's your feelings.
(phone ringing) Please go.
Oh, I'm sorry.
I would normally never answer this
but both my parents just died.
- They're dead, I know.
- Hello?
Yes.
Oh, thank you so much.
Yes, I think an evening burial would be beautiful.
- I'm gonna skip out.
No, my mother loved the sunset.
Mm-hmm.
Oh no, I didn't know.
Their dog died too?
Scruffy?
Oh God.
No, no, no, I'll be fine.
Thank you. (sobs)
- What was that about?
Hey, are those ashes?
- That's both of my parents mixed together.
And apparently now we're gonna have to add
little Scruffy too.
(therapist sobs)
- You've got so much on your plate right now.
- No, no, please, I'm sorry.
I'm better no, look, see?
I'm okay.
So you were complaining about being rich and popular?
- No, rich, just rich.
Is popular the same thing as being famous?
I don't...
I'm definitely gonna go.
- Actually that's a good idea.
I think I came back a little too soon.
- Yeah.
- Amy, cherish your mom and your dad.
- Yeah.
- Cherish your parents.
- I will. - And your dogs.
'Cause it's. (sobs)
- Oh, here.
- [Therapist] Thank you. (sobs)
- You know, it takes a village.
This to shall pass.
A river runs through it.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Every rose has its thorn.
Girl.
It's gonna be a stag night, girl.
Yeah, I got that pad thing.
Klonopin's spelled with a C, right?