You're the Worst, Season 2

Jimmy:
"Flight itinerary: Heathrow to L.A.X." No. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. This cannot be happening. Why would my family be flying here?! They can't do that.

Gretchen:
So tell 'em to suck your dick.

Jimmy:
Well, I can't tell them "to suck my dick," Gretchen, because they're already in the air! They arrive in the morning. "For four days"?! Why the hell are they...? Gretchen, the, uh, the-the... the letters that I gave you, you-you didn't...?

Gretchen:
Yeah, I mailed them like you asked.

Jimmy:
No! Why would you do that?! They were just threats, so if I didn't hit the page count, you were to mail the letters!

Gretchen:
I don't get it.

Jimmy:
Oh, my God, and the love letter to Becca. And there was a third one. What was it?

Gretchen:
Oh, yeah, it was bad. I remember that.

Jimmy:
I'm already regretting not slapping you harder.