While we’re all bracing ourselves for Thanksgiving with the family, lucky Rebecca is already through the stress of the holiday, having survived Turkey Day at the Chans, bathroom problems at the Chans, and the announcement that Josh and Valencia will soon be shacking up. But don’t worry — that doesn’t mean she’s not a disaster this episode.
After Rebecca spent a casual Thanksgiving evening with Greg, Paula is determined to make sure the relationship doesn’t become romantic. “Look, I get it: Greg is your Jacob, but we all know you’re gonna end up with Edward,” she says, a reference Rebecca does not understand. Paula is rooting for Josh and Rebecca, and she admits it’s because her own marriage is a damn mess and Rebecca’s weird infatuation with Josh gives her hope, somehow. It’s a fact made all the more concerning considering Paula is sitting in a car with Rebecca watching Josh and Valencia move in together. They even broke out the binoculars. Rebecca calls Josh and sees him ignore it, which is maybe the thing in the world that makes you feel the very worst about yourself.
Rebecca might be sad and alone in this scene, but over on Josh’s side of the moving vans, things aren’t much better: Valencia is excited because this is a move toward marriage and children, but Josh is excited because it’s a move that puts him physically closer to a Taco Bell. Solid relationship, guys.
At the office, Darryl is chasing a new client that would make him head of West Covina’s premiere law firm. (Although it’s unclear what that actually means or how competitive law firms are in West Covina.) He needs Rebecca to focus, big time, and nail the pitch, but all she can think about is Josh. Josh Josh Josh. (Valencia.) She’s having a meltdown when a Dr. Phil ad helps her realize she’s having a panic attack. But there’s no time for anxiety — the client has arrived!
Now, I normally don’t care about the goings on at this office, but this client, whose name is Calvin Young, takes an immediate liking to Paula and starts hitting on her, which is amazing. The suave gentleman looks like a young Barack Obama with a bigger build, and Paula’s no dummy — she knows he’s hot stuff and that he’s into her. I suspect we (or maybe just Paula) will see more of Calvin later.
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Rebecca, meanwhile, is a mess and a half in this pitch meeting. She’s the firm’s big New York star, and she falls apart, so much so that Darryl sends her home, where she collapses on the couch and starts watching more Dr. Phil. (What year is it that there’s this much Dr. Phil online and on TV?) As she comes to terms with the fact that she may be depressed, she takes a stroll through Paris in a musical number titled “Sexy French Depression.” (There’s been more than one blatant reference to Paris in the past two episodes of this show, and I’ve been kind of shocked both times that they didn’t rework — or at least reschedule — considering current events.) She wakes up from the music video and is straight up hallucinating Dr. Phil in her living room. She asks imaginary Dr. Phil if she’s crazy, and Dr. Phil responds with what may be my favorite line of the season: “I’m not really here; I’m just in your imagination. But let’s face it, you do have a very active imagination. One minute, you’re walking down the street, the next minute, you’re in a big musical.” Thank you for addressing how ridiculous this show is, Dr. Phil.
Remember when Rebecca moved into this crappy apartment and there was that great shot of her dumping out all her pills? Well, we revisit that topic, and the show handles it, in my opinion, really well, especially for a comedy that’s as goofy as this one. Rebecca’s mental health is no joke — even though it’s sort of the butt of the joke of the entire show — and this episode makes that clear without getting overtly preachy. Rebecca’s worried that she needs those pills to get back to her normal self and is tearing her apartment apart looking for any leftover prescription capsules. When she can’t find any, she heads to a psychiatrist, who takes one look at Rebecca’s history and tells her she’s been overprescribed and needs real, talk-it-out therapy. Throughout this entire episode, you’re not sure if you should laugh at Rebecca as she picks up a stray pill on her doctor’s bathroom floor or reach through the screen and hug her. Imaginary Dr. Phil throws out another zinger: “Do I really need to tell you? Don’t take a pill you found on the bathroom floor — next to the toilet. Josh could find you if he wanted. You have been rejected. REJECTED.”
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