You're the Worst, Season 3

Gretchen:
There is a stack of mail that I have been avoiding.

Justina:
Why?

Gretchen:
They always want money, or you have jury duty, or your grandma sent you a check for your birthday, and then you feel guilty that you never call her, and then you can't get out of bed for a month. Anyway... mail. Does that count for your stupid-ass...? Ugh, sorry.

Justina:
It's all right, I'm a professional. You can say anything you want in here.

Gretchen:
Hmm. Anything? Really? Does opening the mail count for your one little asshole thing, you goddamn cock? You suck-balls dumb dick?

Justina:
Sure.

Gretchen:
Fine, jizz-magnet. I will open one piece of mail.

Jimmy:
Say "whore."

Gretchen:
Whore.

Jimmy:
Whore.

Justina:
I'm regretting giving you license to say anything. Plus I do kind of want to fight you right now.

Gretchen:
Too late. No take-backsies. Titty-sucking bitch.