come?
- Because you'd count on it and never look for the truth.
In spite of how it seems,
I'm looking.
In the bottom
of a cocktail glass?
Good kill.
You know, Alex, I do love you
and I'm gonna make it.
Would it be too much
to ask you to wait until I do?
Yes.
- Because you don't think I can?
- Yes.
Yeah, and if I do, what a guy!
Just think what you'll be missing.
Can we get married now?
We have to talk.
I've never felt like this before.
I'm-I'm seriously unhappy.
This is not just
the bush-league blues.
We're talking major-league
depression here.
I can't sleep.
I take pills,
but they only last a couple hours...
and then I'm up at 4:00 in the morning,
pacing the fucking house...
or walking on the cold
fucking beach, you know?
I'm so miserable,
I want to fucking shoot myself.
But I can't
because I'm afraid to die.
How's that for fucked-up?
So what's the answer?
I forgot. You don't have answers.
You're not the burning bush.
You just give suggestions.
Well, I need help.
I'm in the fucking dumper.
Give me a suggestion,
because I know you've got one.
I can see it in those
beady little Freudian eyes.
If an alcoholic wants me to cure him,
you know what I say?
That's a question.
That's not a suggestion.
Okay. What do you say?
First, stop drinking.
I don't get it.
Go home and think about it.
That's my suggestion.
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Just tryin'to find my way
Don't know my name
Living day to day
- Hi.
- Hi.
Just a little boy
who wants to have his way
I just can't keep still
And I'm
falling out of love
Falling out of love
Sometime it feels
Like I'm running
out of time
Sand slippin'
through my fingers
Like rivers
through my mind
God,
I rented this beach house because
I thought, if You're really there,
this is the best place
to get in touch with You.
I'm in pretty bad shape,
and I need some answers.
If an alcoholic wants me to cure him,
you know what I say?
First, stop drinking.
I got it!
Jake!
You won't believe it!
But there is a God!
And He's a gag writer!
What the...
What the...
Close the door,
goddamn it, Jake!
Bernice will never forgive Jake
for renting me his other beach house.
But anyway,
I figured it out, Barney.
You can't cure a problem
until you know...
what's causing the problem.
But before you can see
what's causing the problem,
you first have to
remove the problem.
You gotta give up the vices
to get to the virtues.
- I could've told you that.
- Yeah? Why didn't you?
You want it to take, you got to
figure it out for yourself.
Okay, wise guy,
what's my problem?
You're scared,
like the rest of us.
You drink too much.
You chase girls much too much...
and you don't use
your God-given talent anymore.
You've known that all along?
I'm a good bartender.
Now all I have to do is figure out
how to stop being scared.
While you're at it,
may I offer a suggestion?
Open up! I know you're
in there! I'm coming to get you!
The truth...
Was I research... or recreation?
You were ravishing.
I switched you
from tonic water to Slice.
- Think you can handle it? - Fine. Just
keep me away from honey-roasted almonds.
Excuse me.
- Congratulations, Mr. Hutton.
- Oh, you read my book?
No, but since you stopped drinking,
you're a much better kisser.
- Hello, Miss Jones.
- Hi, stranger.
- Need any help?
- No, I'll get her. I got her.
Ow. Ooh, God.
Doesn't this hurt you?
Rebecca, you look