The Last Sunday Funday

You're the Worst 3×6

Jimmy: Actually, studies have shown that marijuana can curtail being completely lame...

Lindsay: Paul would be so good at this...
Gretchen: You've said his name twice. Once more, you summon him like Beetlejuice.

Gretchen: But why photos of us? What does it mean?
Edgar: That we're the bar. The bar's inside us.

Gretchen: Beetlejuice, bitch!

Jimmy: They were too happy... They were too happy. No families are happy!

Edgar: Jimmy, I think this is over.
Jimmy: No. In battle, we risk all for a taste of the immortal. In retreat, sure, we lose nothing, but what we gain is far worse than nothing: Ignominy. And shame. We don't give up because they make us. We give up because we're lazy! Or would rather drink and watch Treehouse Masters.

Jimmy: Why are you so relaxed?
Edgar: Exactly.

Gretchen: This is the last Sunday Funday, isn't it?
Edgar: Oh, yeah...

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