You're the Worst, Season 3

Gretchen:
Legend has it, there is a bar, a secret bar, so exclusive...

Lindsay:
No. We're not doing your stupid scavenger hunt for some dumb bar. You pitch it every Sunday.

Gretchen:
It is not just a bar. It is a secret bar with a hidden entrance. A magical land full of beautiful people, and strong beverages, and retro decor, called a speakeasy.

Jimmy:
Bye-bye.

Gretchen:
Goddammit guys, I need this. I had depression. That is a legit-ass, mental-ass illness. I can't be a pilot. It's a fact. Also, Jimmy's dad died.

Jimmy:
Yeah. About which, I didn't care.

Gretchen:
And I think we both deserve to have a little fun after all that. Also, there's a bar in L.A. I can't get into. That is unacceptable.

Jimmy:
Well, accept it, 'cause I'm not going on a scavenger hunt to find a speakeasy. Easily the worst development in bar culture since Internet jukeboxes and big ice cubes.