Yitanes: "Expletives, certainly."
Gwen: "Here's your car now. I have killed everybody I can think of to help you win this election. Let me know if I can do anything else. Like have sex with your paralyzed and insensate body. Or even just stick forks in your leg instead. Or let you pretend to drown me. Whatever you're into these days. I am prepared to go the distance."

LARSEN

Mitch: "In terms of my need for validation as a mother, would you care for a sandwich?"
Denny: "I would prefer Aunt Terry make me a grilled cheese, now that you ask. Firstly because she didn't abandon me at the worst and most confusing time in my entire young life, and -- in a distant second -- because she cuts the crusts off."
Mitch: "I hope you fucking choke on it. How dare you people hold me accountable for my actions."

Terry: "So I'm moving out, of course, now that you're back and I'm no longer necessary to provide the parental comfort you've been withholding from your children. Oh, and your husband sold the house."
Mitch: "Do what?"
Terry: "Did he not tell you that? My bad. I guess he was too busy trying to recover from his daughter's and his best friend's death all by himself."
Mitch: "Are these your whore underwear in my laundry?"
Terry: "Uh, yeah. Because I've been living here? Since you abandoned your family? Does that not make sense, that I would do laundry in my own house?"
Mitch: "Stop judging me!"

So you can see how that's gonna go. Basically, nobody wants her to feel judged, but also nobody wants her to feel entitled to not feel judged, because she took the coward's way out and is now so sensitive to being judged that she's being judged by her own imagination, and yelling at whoever is around, in her shadow-choked hellhouse of a nightmare. Surprise, Mitch is the fuckin' worst:

Mitch: "You are judging me! But you don't know what it's like! You don't have a family, you don't have children, you don't have anybody that loves you like I have. Your one emotional connection is a married man that kills little girls and buries their bones in his own projects. How could you possibly understand how incredibly and especially sad I am?"

Terry: "I am too worn out to explain this shit to you. Especially since it would just be verbatim what I told Stan, like, last week. So I'll just keep it simple. Go fuck yourself, you are the worst, I have held your gross family together with my hands and teeth this whole time you were off on some gaywad walkabout visionquest feeling sorry for yourself. I am horrible in a lot of ways, but you are taking the cake right now as usual."