Fog of War, Bro

You're the Worst 4×5

Gretchen: Shit, I'm still fungry!

Edgar: Oh, man, this sort of situational murkiness with no road map for success makes me anxious. It's the fog of war, bro. It reminds me of this one time in the Al Anbar province. There was this little boy who was wearing...

Jimmy: Quick note, I never read past the subject unless the e-mail's subject is, "Read Past Subject!" Or "Big Fan!"

Candace: We're selling you as a bachelor Brit with eyes of frosted steel.
Jimmy: Steel is a bit cold. I mean, maybe cornflower?

Jimmy: She's acting really weird.
Edgar: Like David Bowie in Labyrinth weird, or like Kevin in We Need to Talk about Kevin weird?
Jimmy: She's watching pornography fully clothed.
Edgar: Kevin weird.

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Edgar: I'm out. Save yourself.

Gretchen: New rule... no matter what happens, we don't ruin profesh shit for each other.

Jimmy: What if I wasn't single?... What about a writer who isn't single and maybe makes mistakes? Human ones. But at the end of the day, his heart's in the right place. Is... is there something you could do with that? I-It could be aspirational. Everyone deserves love.

Jimmy: The honest truth is, this book... this is our love story. And our story is chaotic, but love is chaos. And it's the only game in town worth playing.

Gretchen: Shouldn't have texted the boys... Mushroom cloud, bitch! Puffff!!

Lindsay: We get two Christmases now.

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