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Unable to cope with a recent personal tragedy, LA's top celebrity shrink turns into a pothead with no concern for his appearance and a creeping sense of his inability to help his patients.
Henry Carter: Happiness. Happiness is a word for a feeling. Feelings are rarely understood; in a moment they are quickly forgotten and misremembered.
Jeremy: The first step toward happiness is always the hardest. Henry Carter: Who said that? Jeremy: *You* did.
Henry Carter: It's grief. They want you to have some kind of normal response to grief, you know, so they don't have to watch. But it's *mine*.
Henry Carter: It's all bullshit and then you die.
Henry Carter: It's never going to go away, is it? Jemma: No. But we're still here. That's something.
Robert Carter: [quoting] It's a comfort for seekers to know that no matter how much strange water they may venture, there are always pilots within call. But yet the sufferer must help himself.
Employer: Who is that guy? Jeremy: He's my godbrother.
Patrick: You have a drinking problem, my friend. Shamus: I'm Irish.
Daisy: When was the last time you watched a movie? Patrick: 1997. Titanic. Way too long and spoiler alert: the boat sinks.
Henry Carter: It's all bullshit. It's all bullshit, and then you die. George Charles: We knew that going in.