We Can Do Better Than This

You're the Worst 2×5

Jimmy: See, even the greatest writers have been forced to take the odd job. Faulkner was a mailman. Kafka, a clerk!

Jimmy: So I have prepared a list of films that I would agree to novelize for your company. The Seven Samurai, The 400 Blows, Thirty Two Short Films about Glenn Gould... They don't all have numbers in the title.

Gretchen: Sam, I'm sure they meant "soft-ass poseur bitch" in a meta way!

Gretchen: We are complex women with rich inner lives. For God's sakes, let's act like it and discuss something other than dicks and the dildos they hang off of.

Lindsay: But what about "Icees?"
Gretchen: Icees? Oh, I don't think they have those here.
Lindsay: I'm talking about the Islamic State, Gretch. They formed their own "cellophane." Do you think Obama has a strategy to neutralize them, or will O-Bummer betray America like he did with Benghazi?

Gretchen: What the hell's going on?
Lindsay: You told me not to think about dicks, so my brain got real bored and I started reading these Web sites, and then some other Web sites that disagreed with the first Web sites.

Lindsay: Did you know about global warming? It's a huge threat, but at the same time is made up by a bunch of socialist lib-tards. My question is, who benefits? You have to follow the money, Gretch.

Lindsay: Men are mean and they hurt my brain!

Jimmy: You and I, we are just visitors in this world. We'll pass through like shadows, and when we die... no one will care.

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