Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...but for the purposes of history class, I really feel like you captured the feelings...
I had the envelope right there on the desk, ready to go out.
- Hi, Jess. - Ray.
Each one of you has already proven that fact just by coming here tonight.
All right, let's huddle up.
People are always asking me for my advice.
- Hey there, Coach Ray. - Hey, Ronnie.
I mean, there's been some sort of a mix-up.
I'm gonna be a multimillionaire.
Nope.
All right? I'll try to be back by fourth quarter.
- She didn't say where she was going? - Dad, I'm sure.
What, they hiked your property taxes or something?
You think I come too much?
Oh, my God, you're kidding. That's why you came?
It's not the first time I've heard the news, Tanya.
Lotte Brandt, my ex-mother-in-law.
Thank God my parents aren't around to watch the country they loved go to shit.
- Should I call the nurse? - No, I'll be all right. Just help me up.
Plus, I got this jerkoff, this Koontz sniffing around, trying to get me to sell.
... which every week brings me a new humiliation.
- How'd you know where I live? - The phone book.
- In high school, you were a king. - King?
And clearly, I made the obvious choice.
What I'm trying to figure out is how to market it...
Rumi, 13th century.
I've got a big dick, Floyd.
Well, I'm a poet, so what I'm good with are words.
- Oh, yeah, the grant ran out. - I heard, yeah.
Dad, what are you doing here?
... and I'm not proud of it.
...of a common man fighting for a dream.