Dad-Not-Dad

You're the Worst 4×10

Gretchen: I'll meet your ex-wife. I'll meet anyone. I met January Jones once.

Gretchen: This afternoon? Okay, bring it on. Once I get a gallon of tomato juice and beer in me, I am hella charming.
Boone: She's gonna grill you.
Gretchen: Grill away, bitch.

Jimmy: There's a special circle in hell for people who say, "We need to talk," instead of just talking.

Whitney: I thought the pain of divorce would end with the papers, but a breakup is the gift that keeps on giving.
Gretchen: Amen to that.

Whitney: You could tell I had a list? I copied it from a blog. Okay... "True or false: dinosaur bones are a lie sent by the devil." Guess it was a Christian blog?...
Gretchen: Bible's got some horny parts.

Lou Diamond Phillips: One thing I know for sure: lemons won't ever walk out on me.

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Becca: So this is Mom's fault. Sorry. We got to go pour water on a witch.
Lindsay: Thanks, La Bamba-Dad.

Jimmy: Ta-da! I escaped us.

Gretchen: Oh, no. Why is this?!

Jimmy: Someone's left a try-hardy luxury sedan in my car park.
Actually, that's mine.
Jimmy: But... you're poor.
Edgar: I'm not poor. I'm a writer now.
Jimmy: That doesn't matter. You have poor brain. Do you know how I know? Because I have poor brain. Do you know what I did with the outsized advance for my first book? I bought a house that I couldn't afford. I got an FHA loan, so I only put down 3.5%, but it's an ARM on a balloon structure, which means by the end of next year, I may have to burn it for the insurance, which I do not have. Return the car.

Faye: You two are adults. You're goddamned baked. If your lives are a mess, you figure it out.

Lou Diamond Phillips: You can't solve your problems by blaming the past.
Becca: Then how do we solve them?
Lou Diamond Phillips: You have a kid. Be a good parent. Break the cycle. ...
Lindsay: What about me? I don't have a kid.
Lou Diamond Phillips: You were such a giving child. ... Maybe you're supposed to help other people.

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