Higher Love - BoJack Horseman [S02E06]

My heel broke while I was at this new food truck, and I spilled a handful of gravy all over myself because they don't sell bowls, just gravy.

You know we could lose the house, right?

I have to pick a shade that won't clash the splatter of blood for when I blow my brains out after talking to Katie about paint swatches all day.

Because they're just meaningless words?

Good night.

This is how it happens for a guy like me.

Hey, BoJack, would you sit me up?

I mean, language evolves, right?

And 123 is I miss you.

Well, it seems like you've already made up your mind.

Yes, Rutabaga?

I'm listening.

So how can anyone know what anything means?

I don't want this thing anymore.

Yeah, it has all my supplies.

J.D.

Big job.

A place where people hate reading so much they hire others to do it for them and don't even pay a living wage.

You know, like, Hollywood stars and celebrities, what do they know?

Team players wanted.

Liven presents the Bagel Catcher for all those hard-to-catch bagels.

Salinger has inspired countless dreamers, eighth graders, and occasionally assassins.

And what if I told you I used to work Ronnie Benito's desk and I happened to know that he had a client so hush-hush it wasn't even on the master list?

Anyway, I got you something.

It's my auto-erotic asphyxiation kit.