OLIVIER: You will never be great artists until you become bisexual anarchist sex-addicts!

CLAIRE: Oh my God there’s Billy. I think I maybe still want to fuck him. [Looks coquetteish and doe-eyed.] My boyfriend is so greasy and lame and untalented, I wonder when he will be written out of the series.  

BILLY looks like he has the potential to do something crazy, is glaring at BRENDA in a way that suggests something indefinably creepy and incestual.

NATE:  I can’t do this anymore, Lisa! Everyone was sick of you before you opened your mouth! Our relationship is monotonous and mundane and seems to consist entirely of simmering tension which occasionally rises to the surface in a moment of quotidian drama! I scarcely even have time to brood and hint at my hidden depth, of which there is none! 

LISA cries. For… fucking ages, man, it’s like all she seems to do now.

NATE’s dad appears, again, for some reason. Mocks Nate while smoking a cigar, says something about how all Nate really wants to do is smoke weed while listening to Sleater-Kinney and riding a motorbike like a fucking badass.

NATE: Fuck you dad! I feel like we still have unresolved issues! What? No I don’t know! Yes you were probably a pretty good dad! I’m just angry! And it feels like it is your fault! Maybe I will fuck Brenda again.

BRENDA is scowling at her mother for smoking a joint while performing a hand-job on a peripheral character. Brenda is, I mean. Or her mother, maybe. Who fucking cares. Is this season over yet?

DAVID: I feel like nothing I do is good enough for you, Keith! Am I nothing more than the whimpering bitch in this relationship?

KEITH: Damn right you are! I was raised by a very traditional and occasionally violent father! I have anger issues! Fuck therapy! Sometimes I think I was only included as an atypical gay character to make the scriptwriters seem progressive and daring! Have we won any awards yet!

KEITH and DAVID sport-fuck each other, camera lingers on David’s look of distant sadness afterwards.