Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Yeah, I'm so fucking tired.
Shh!
All along the banks
Boy, you were some mess last night.
Please don't shoot me into outer space
This is my job. This is how I pay the fucking rent.
Llewyn, are you kidding? Look at this.
Just enough for the cat to squeeze back in'?
Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy
- Okay, Eddie. We might need Florio. - I fucking hate folk music.
Hey.
I should've had you wear double condoms.
God knows you never do.
I'm sorry. Thanks for the thought,
Him, Troy.
- What? - That he exists?
I couldn't take it either, having to play Jimmy Cracked Corn every night.
To the one I love
It's Ulysses.
They could no longer there
Wait, you don't want it either way? To be clear.
- Nice to meet you. - Yes.
So I go 10,000 miles
It ruins the mystique.
I'm taking off, Pop.
What was he, a dumbbell?
No, I knew she was, uh, going to Akron. She's from Akron.
No, no, no. You're apologizing to me?
I've been all around this world
Accounting will give you a check today.
I just pulled over to rest a little bit.
Well, we shouldn't have done it in the first place, but if you ever do it again,
What the N stand for?
Yours and Mikey's.
Oh, hello. How you doing?
What you do.
- Champagne reception. - Don't go away.
Here's a key.
Oh, I got- Wait, I got- You got a minute?
We're the what? The John Glenn Singers?
- I didn't say- You said it. Forget it. - That he exists? Like that?
Yeah, sorry, Pappi. I'm an asshole.
You know, from last time.
Hang me, oh, hang me
Friend: why do you have to bring capitalism into everything?
You should just walk around always inside a great big condom
from, uh, Mrs. Sieglestein.
Yeah, I'm so fucking tired.
- Hey, man, you made it. - Yeah.
- Please - Oh, please
Let's go. Yeah.
He already calls him Howie. It's Howard.
The ocean
She didn't tell you?
Like Norah's dove
Llewyn's not an Upper West Side guy. We only get to see him when-
Uh-huh.
OK8)'-
Like, Green-fung? Hyphenated?
You can hear the whistle blow
You don't throw out the license.
Why do I have this pain in my side?
Well, shit, I don't blame him.
Lay cold as a stone
Hello?
I need to... I need to borrow some money.
and it's a little square,
Sign there and there.
You told me to put it out by the curb.
Lay cold as a stone
What are you doing?
So, uh, can I ship out?
- if you give a round of applause. - I don't have my guitar.
This is Llewyn Davis, our folk-singer friend.
- Why? - Why you think?
To the one I love
What's next?
Three weeks on that show.
I can stare at a chart and fake it, sir.