From Ryan Murphy,
The Assassination of Gianni Versace.
Coming soon only on FX.
FXX presents "You're the Worst"...
Yes, I did choose to V.O.D. the film through your service,
but my end-user experience was unsatisfactory.
No, no. There was no lag time.
Everything was fine.
Well, you see, Mario,
the problem is The Babadook...
Yeah, it's not scary.
It's actually so scary.
- I'm gonna make you watch it. - Then why do you want a refund?
They just give you free shit.
I told U-verse that I got seizures from watching Legion...
They gave me six months NBA TV.
Yeah.
Shit-sticks.
Uh, hide. You can't be here.
Gretchen can be anywhere!
That crumplesack Neil is dropping off Olivia.
I'm not supposed to let a lover hang with the kid until Whitney
- meets her and approves. - I'll meet your ex-wife.
I'll meet anyone.
I met January Jones once.
Hey, Booner. Olivia ran next door
to play on the Coughlins' trampoline. Okay, bye.
Hey, so... I've started seeing someone.
She wants to meet Whitney.
Oh. Uh...
Our shared calendar says she's free this afternoon.
Shared calendar?
- Sorry. - Real mature.
- I said sorry. - Whatever.
Yes, Neil, I have a hot girlfriend
who likes it when I give it to her every day, hard,
sometimes twice.
So, have fun having zero sex ever.
Why are you like this?!
Maybe 'cause you're living in my house,
farting on my Tempur-Pedic, next to my wife,
you walking circumcision!
- You need therapy. - I don't...
You need therapy! You creepy little turd!
You jug of ball sweat!
This afternoon?
Okay, bring it on.
Once I get a gallon of tomato juice and beer in me,
I am hella charming.
She's gonna grill you.
Grill away, bitch.
This ranch tastes funny, boo.
We don't have ranch.
♪♪
♪ I'm gonna leave you anyway
♪ I'm gonna leave you anyway ♪
♪ Gonna leave you anyway.
> ♪♪
♪♪ *YOU'RE THE WORST* Season 04 Episode 10 Title: "Dad Not Dad"
This week on "Tip of My Tongue..."
I guess I'd rename the Miracle Mile the, uh,
Cursed Kilometer.
Morning!
Katherine.
Hello.
Sssssso...
not that I regret last night...
I mean, on principle, I don't regret things,
not even buying tickets
to see Billy Bob Thornton's band, but...
But there are no sleepovers.
Got it. Won't happen again.
Well, it's been weird,
but ultimately delightful seeing you, Jimmy.
You're right, it got much bigger.
I'm just gonna get me coat.
Hey, guess who's about to buy his first brand-new car?
My main dude Max has a guy who sets up the loan
and delivers it to you like a pri-zza!
What the hell does Gretchen mean by this? "We need to talk."
There's a special circle in hell for people who say,
"We need to talk," instead of just talking.
Fire back, bruh.
I shall.
Yeah.
Take that.
Well, I'm off.
Where are you going?
Meeting a few mates for brunch.
Perfect. I need a mimosa or six.
Let me just put on some pants.
Nice.
Right?
Mommy, over here! Mommy! Mommy! Mom!
- This is so sweet. - Mom!
Sweet? No! Look!
You were doing foot sex with Lou Diamond Phillips
instead of paying attention to us!
Am I supposed to feel something about that?
Maybe regret that your daughters...
One more than the other, obviously...
are broken because of you.
Lou and I happened to have had explosive sexual chemistry.
He could make me climax by whispering in my ear.
You ignored us constantly. I played in the street,
I ate watch batteries, I went on a date with Edward Furlong.
But you're fine.
I am married to Vernon,
a man who shaves his pubic hair into the letter "V."
Well, I don't know what to tell you.
And I've got to get to the set.
Go.
Deal with your problems like normal people.
Split a Klonopin.
You saw the tape. We were... happy little girls.
How did we turn out like this?
Hey, did you ever hear from Lou after he and Mom broke up?
Never.
- Did you? - Not a peep.
Unless he's the one who's been leaving notes on my car
saying "learn how to park."
But it's weird. Isn't it?
He lived with us for, like, three years.
Yeah, he drove me to dressage every week in junior high,
and then he just... disappeared.
He wasn't there when I finally got Princess Pamplemousse
- to do the moonwalk. - That's what I'm saying:
he could have kept being our dad-not-dad,
but he straight bailed.
What if it's us?
What?
What if the reason Mom neglected us
and Lou vanished us is that we've always sucked?
No. No.
I was the perfect, special girl.
I...
Let's go ask him.
Mom misremembers everything about our childhoods.
She showed me a photo of her and Christina Ricci
on the set of Mermaids and told me it was us
on vacation in Orlando.
Yes! Let's do it.
Lou was always honest with us, no matter...
- And there's his dick. Okay. - Oh.
Gretchen.
Balls.
Yes. Gretchen is me.
I mean, I.
- Whitney. - Oh.
Hmm.
I... hope you don't mind, but I did a little research on you.
You post to Urban Dictionary a lot.
People got to know.
You don't want people walking around not knowing what you mean
when you tell them you just skunked a creamer.
Um, did you know there's a 14-year-old girl
with your name?
That is also me.
I use "Lil' Gretch" to catch pedophiles
and occasionally cyberbully Elle Fanning.
Can I get you ladies a drink?
Just an iced hibiscus tea.
I'll have a Long Island... juice.
Oh, sorry.
I got to take this.
What?
Hey.
Double shot of Patrón in my juice?
And if you narc on me, I will cut you.
Okay.
Sunday Funday,
better than a Monday!
Can only do it one way, and that is the drunk way!
- Gag. - Really.
My friends are all a bit posh. Try not to embarrass me.
I am here to binge drink,
read the Guardian on my phone, and stumble home.
I don't make friends.
Ooooh! This is Charlie, Mariel and Flynn.
- Guys, Jimmy. - Hello.
Oh, six mimosas.
Actually, just bring a bottle of champagne
- and a pitcher of juice. - Mm-hmm.
- What do you do, Jimmy? - Novelist.
- How do you know Katherine? - Back home.
Same question, politely directed back at you.
Well, actually, we all met after Mariel gave a TED Talk
about habit persistence.
I'm a macro-economist.
Halfway interesting. What about you two?
Architecture critic for the Times.
I work at JPL.
Tell Jimmy about your robot.
I don't want to bore the guy.
I'm building
a self-guided cryobot to drill the ice deposits on Mars.
- It's got spider legs. - What?!
- So, tell us about your book. - Oh, it's just a spank book.
Nobody's read it with dry hands.
Oh, you'll appreciate this.
I wrote most of it in a tree house I designed.
Hammered it together and everything, with the big nails.
Did you hear the ad for next week's "Tip of My Tongue"?
- That Tommy Vietor is so witty. - Hush.
So, what are you guys all doing later?
Heading to Pour Haus to taste their Uco Valley Malbecs.
Then, we have a reservation for an escape room.
It's labeled "impossible," but we'll see about that.
And the Astrid Jorgen,
the Greenlandic Scream-Singer,
is performing in Chinatown.
Would you want to come?
Wish he could, but you're busy today, aren't you, Jimmy?
Never! If I'm being honest,
I basically do nothing most of the time.
Yesterday, I nodded off halfway through second breakfast.
I almost wonder if I should take this and sell it on eBay.
Ooh.
- Huh. - No, '80s.
Becca! Lindsay!
This is my car!
Wow.
This is a total panty-soaker.
They threw in the Teen Safety Package for free.
So, my phone won't work while the engine's on,
and it beeps if I swear. Max says...
"Max says, Max says."
Lindsay says it makes you look doable.
But we do it all the time.
Ugh. Please stop.
Okay, uh, careful, please.
- Gentle, be gentle. - How'd you nab a future car?
Well, um, with my, uh, spotty credit history,
I had to take out a seven-year loan with 20% APR.
And... as soon as I put my foot on the gas,
it started depreciating.
Well, I "de-preciate" this car.
Maybe I should cut my losses, return it,
and get something reasonable.
I'm just a grunt...
- Why is he still talking? - Bored. Drive now.
Jesus Christ, my job is a mess.
And I'm still trying to figure out
the vacation hand-off with Boone.
And Neil keeps bugging me about wanting braces.
I'm sorry, would...
would you mind if I ordered a drink?
Drinking during the day?
Bring us two alcoholic drinks.
- The same as...? - Yes, the same as each other.
Ketel One martini with a twist.
I don't even know what that is.
Two of those.
I thought the pain of divorce would end with the papers,
but a breakup is the gift that keeps on giving.
Amen to that.
So... what are the other questions
you have on your list?
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?
Bible's got some horny parts.
Mmm.
Hey!
Stay away from those lemons!
Just because they're hanging over the sidewalk,
doesn't mean they're free!
You people act
like I don't need these lemons, but I do.
I need them very badly!
It's Becca and Lindsay.
Cottumaccio.
You railed our mom.
Sorry, you railed our mother, in the '90s?
Oh, my God.
Mm.
Becca? Lindsay?
Oh...
♪♪
Mmm! This is good.
It's Country Time. My lemons aren't juicing lemons.
So... what happened?
I loved your mom.
And when she left me, I was devastated.
I couldn't even stay in the city anymore.
Everything reminded me of her.
One day, I'm sitting on my lanai,
watching my gardeners,
and I thought to myself, "That's what I want to do."
So, I told my agent, "From now on, I'm offer-only,"
and I moved out here, and I put all my energy
into my lemon grove.
One thing I know for sure:
lemons won't ever walk out on me.
Then why did you just disappear?
Was it my bed-wetting? Because I stopped
eventually, mostly, sort of.
Your mother forbade me from ever contacting you again.
I thought you knew that.
Listening to her is one of my biggest regrets.
That, and turning down Die Hard.
- Why would our mother do that? - I don't know.
I wanted to ask her, but she had moved on to dating John Stamos.
You do not mess with that guy.
I mean, the Beach Boys were so scared of him,
they let him pretend to play bongos on "Kokomo."
Well, I don't buy it.
You don't just walk away from people you love.
What could I do, girls?
I had no choice.
Hey,
I've always wondered...
Did you ever get Princess Pamplemousse to moonwalk?
I did.
Ultimately, it led to a hairline fracture in her shin,
and we had to shoot her, but...
- she got me that blue ribbon. - And, Lindsay,
you had always talked about being a dinosaur.
How'd that go?
So this is Mom's fault.
Sorry.
We got to go pour water on a witch.
Thanks, La Bamba-Dad.
Good luck with your lemons.
Oh, I need more than luck.
I'm tasting plum, with hints of violet.
And then licorice and, um, barberry.
Hmm, it seems the fruit was harvested too early.
Oh, why do you say that?
Because I'm tasting notes of statutory grape.
Mmm.
♪♪
- Shh! - Shh, shh!
I'm thinking it might be the outside ones that...
You can tilt.
No! No, no, no.
Ooh!
Rystar! That says rystar!
Uh, Rystar... knight!
Rystar means knight!
Night! Uh... nighttime!
No, here, here, here! Here's the knight, here's the knight!
55!
Ooh, the lock, the lock.
Yeah.
Oh, I can't breathe.
I can't breathe! I can't breathe!
- Photos. - I'm claustrophobic,
can you let me out?
Let me out!
Oy.
Ta-da! I escaped us.
Aaah! Stupid.
There is this one mom in the PTA
that I think about knifing so much,
I should take out a restraining order on me.
You are nuts, hooker!
I used to be fun.
I used to wear low-rise jeans and 'shroom in Joshua Tree.
And now, I have to be the grown-up, but I want to be fun.
Hey, now!
You are just a lady doing her A-plus best.
- Mm-hmm. - I wish I had a mom like you.
Can I call you Mom?
I'm glad Boone found someone nice.
He was so lonely for so long.
Aw.
Let's get another round.
One thing I do miss is the spontaneousness.
On our second date, Boone drove us
to Portland to...
No. Gretch, don't black out.
Not now. No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Oh. Mmm.
Oh, God.
Oh, no. Why is this?
Harder!
Oh, God.
This is fun.
I feel fun!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, no...
Here I go. Here I go.
Oh...
Boomtown!
Oh...
Statutory grape.
I should sell that one to the funny-pages.
Edgar, call a tow truck.
Someone's left a try-hardy luxury sedan in my car park.
Actually, that's mine.
But... you're poor.
I'm not poor. I'm a writer now.
That doesn't matter. You have poor brain.
Do you know how I know? Because I have poor brain.
Jimmy! -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.
No, Jimmy.
You forfeited your right to tell me what to do.
Maximus.
Oh, the whip?
You got to come check it out.
I am so glad you suggested I buy it.
Hell yeah, I sprung for the all- vegan leather package.
Mom! We're coming in!
Ah! Hi, girls.
So, wait, you dated John Stamos, then Dave Coulier?
That is not the direction it's supposed to go.
I know.
What's going on here?
Why is La Bamba-Dad in your house-car?
And which is it, a house or a car?
And where does the poop go?
Your visit inspired me to reach out to Faye
after all these years.
I'm so glad you all reconnected.
Well, we're glad too, Mom.
Because we started to think the reason we never heard from him
was because there was something wrong with us.
But, now we know, there's nothing wrong with me at all.
He told us you forbidded him from ever contacting us.
We're inviting first team, Faye.
Well?
It's true. I did.
Why would you do that?
Because I could see how close you all were getting,
and I knew it wasn't going to last between Lou and me.
I did it to protect you.
Cameras are ready, Faye.
- Will you give us a second?! - We are very busy
blaming our mother for everything!
- This is very, very important! - Go, go, go!
You two are adults.
You're goddamned baked.
If your lives are a mess, you figure it out.
She's right, you know.
Instead of sitting around being angry at your mom,
I decided to buy some land in the country
and focus my energy on growing a real orchard.
And now, I just kick back and wait for La Croix to call.
You can't solve your problems by blaming the past.
Then how do we solve them?
You have a kid.
Be a good parent.
Break the cycle.
It's too late.
Vernon's her father.
Tallulah's headed straight for the pole.
What about me?
I don't have a kid.
You were such a giving child.
It's true.
She used to dump her dinner in the toilet
because she felt bad that it only ever got to eat poop.
Maybe you're supposed to help other people.
♪♪
Help people.
Okay.
In fact, you've already started by helping me do something
that I've wanted to do for years:
have sex with your mom one last time.
Your friends are so sophisticated.
You know, my only friends are this divorced girl
with citrus blindness and a redheaded doctor
who might be a legal imbecile.
Are they, uh, available tomorrow?
I'm not bringing you around my friends again.
What?
They didn't like me?
You behaved like a complete rube.
You were our redheaded doctor!
Jimmy, I moved across the world on purpose.
All you do is remind me of the past.
Bye, Jimmy.
Wait.
Can we still go to JPL?
I want to see the spider robot.
♪♪
Ah.
Mmm!
Right? It's like getting drunk on salsa. -
Oh, um, Whitney texted the okay.
She really, really likes you.
Oh, that's such good news.
Also, they refunded me the seven bucks for The Babadook.
Suckers!
Ah.
Ah...
Good job, you. She's a tough nut to crack.
I had to go deep.
Really knuckle down.
Boomtown.
♪♪ Sync corrections by srjanapala
♪♪
♪ Suburban skies crackled with the signal ♪
♪ The national TV crews had descended ♪
♪ On the press conferences and vigils ♪
♪ The food-court pundits at the mall ♪
♪ She looked out through her frozen blue eyes ♪
♪ From all the grocery store checkout line front pages ♪
♪ The tiny, grainy, black and brown faces ♪
♪ In yellowing flyers pinned to the wall ♪
♪ Her objections are inspired, literate, brilliant ♪
♪ In her cutting cadence...
Hey, fellas.
I'm on antidepressants, so I won't even cry after.
American Horror Story: Cult.
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Mom.
What?
Can we adopt a Syrian refugee baby?
No!
Mom, they're dying every day.
You're literally murdering a baby by not adopting one right now.
Get out!
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