Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

He connects with people.

We told Troy he could crash here.

Where's your coat?

You were calling me a careerist, and I was calling you a loser.

- I need to breathe - Outer

I mean, that's not a problem, is it? It's the Gorfeins' cat.

You're okay. You're not green.

Well, can I have my stuff?

Went up on the mountain

You're no front guy,

But thank you, for trying.

- No. No, he came home.

No, I can't barge in for dinner. I just wanted to-

Yeah? - Can I come up?

I didn't mean to be unkind

Fuck. Goddamn it. Oh, shit.

You didn't forget to pick up your mail.

I insist. I insist.

Right, well, those are your categories.

- You and Mikey used to do that song. - Yeah.

I played at his club in Chicago on my last furlough,

Like Norah's dove

We're gonna hear you tomorrow.

Hotels on the moon?

Yeah, that's right.

Are you shitting me?

In what way, buddy?

I shat! lose the branch too

She weighs anchor this Friday, 6 p. m.

Folk songs. Thought you said you were a musician.

Sociology. - Professor Gorfein, please.

Are you reading me loud and clear?

Ha-ha-ha. You have not heard one nice thing about me from Jean,

then bring him here for us to take care of.

and heard many nice things about you from Jim and Jean and from others.

Friend: why do you have to bring capitalism into everything?

It could come back.

And H! be dead and gone

Now you're up on deck

Parts of Arkansas

one of them like a fire hose.

When I've rotated through my Village friends.

I've been all around this world

- Ginny, where's Cincinnati? What?

found myself purging from every orifice

- He's fine. Believe me, he's fine. Okay. But it's easy for me-

Said he was a friend of yours. Guy in a suit.

Should I go call an ambulance?

How'd you get the gig, Betty?

- With you, I worry. - Well, you shouldn't.

He thinks I can have a career.

if Pm blubbering upon reentry

You, get out of the car.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. - Where were you?

- You got the money? - Yes, I have the money, don't worry.

Full nine days or more

I don't wanna go

Hello? - It's Llewyn. Don't hang up.

Won't be long now 'fore you die Poor boy

- Good to see you. - Hey.

We'll go down to Galilee

Where's its scrotum, Llewyn?

Twelve notes in a scale, dipshit, not three chords on a ukulele.

report for duty.

I thrive on that.

Well, they want me back for rehearsals.

You sit there in the audience last night, yelling your crap.

What you do. Make fun of folks up there?

in the wink of an eye My soul is turning

I'm gonna get y'all

Marty's in my department. And, uh, Joe's a musician.

Thank you very much.

I didn't... It just happened.

A hundred mites

- Lou N. Davis. - Llewyn.

And so perhaps you'll

But poor Queen Jane

He's fucking great. Matter of fact, he's been asking after you.

I sweat when they put me

You told me to throw everything out.

As a cabin boy On a sailing lugger

That's its name?

He will. I asked him.

All right, one more before I go.