Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No, no. Come on. One more person? - No, no, no. No, I can't.

to a gig and they're looking for someone to help pay for gas.

- Hey'- - Hey'-

Uh, sure. Maybe an hour.

P- p, I sweat when they stuck me

Have a seat. I'll let him know you're here.

But the laying in the grave so long Poor boy

Uh-huh. Well, that makes sense.

- I do. I wanna- - We try, you sleep on the couch.

- Like Dad? - Llewyn.

- Actually, I was wondering... - Uh-huh.

You will know that I am gone

I'm sorry, I didn't know how to get the money back to you.

This a-way, this a-way

Llewyn is the cat.

- How do you feel? - Fine.

and certain other things that squares like you would call the black arts

What's your name again?

There was fiddiin' and dancin'

Wow. Thank you, that was very nice of you,

In the pressure suit

Let's go out. Can I borrow Jim's coat?

I had to... What?

Yeah, boy, I'm sorry. I- I was away.

You will know that I am gone

- No, no, no. Shoot.

Please don't shoot me into outer space

- How you doing? Llewyn Davis. Oh.

I said, Am I allowed to bank the ball off the cushions or is that too fancy?

I said, That's okay, brother. I might have managed on my own

Ha, ha. Come on, Llewyn. Give me a little credit.

Well, you know.

- because you don't get royalties. - Okay, that's fine. And I can cash it?

And that was the last time I was in Murfreesboro.

Oh, bed crumbs of all ages Spilled on you.

Do you know, uh-? You know Marty Green and Janet Fung?

I'm doing it Saturday.

- Oh, please - Mr. Kennedy

Royalties on that? Whoa, Nelly.

You're a friend of Al's?

You were supposed to get something from Bud Grossman?

Are you wearing gingham panties?

So I have to get rid of what might be a perfectly fine baby, a baby I want,

No, he won't. I was there less than a month ago.

Made of sand, made of sand

What every firm at OCI told me

One, two, one, two, three, four.

- What are you doing? - What?

I don't give a shit.

You know a doctor, right'?

Yeah, he sure is.

There's some stuff. I put your stuff in a box.

Lillian's in the kitchen. She's making her famous moussaka.

- Lillian- - I am so sorry I upset you.

You know why, Llewyn?

- P-p-please - Please, Mr. Kennedy

- Is he? - Wonderful.

Diane didn't tell you?

You just spout vitriol.

Get back together.

This is a loving home.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

I've only fucked Jean.

- With me? - Yeah, it's, um...

Grown man with a cat.

Put the rope around my neck

Do you know Arlen and Dodi Gamble?

I have to run the elevator.

Keep an eye on my shit.

You comfortable with harmonies?

If it was never new and it never gets old, then it's a folk song.

Don't tell Jean.

who sleeps with other people's women. Let's not forget that.

I like the sweaters.

- It's Mike's part. - I know what it is. Don't do that.

Green, green, rocky road

I'm interested in gigging here,