Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So we're, uh...?

Merchant Marine again?

Parts of Arkansas

So how's the music going?

- Really? - Yep.

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy - Uh-oh

Folk singer with a cat. You queer?

- That's bad? - If that's what music is for you,

I'm gonna change it legally, at some point.

- Could I have it? Should I bring it in?

- Where you going? - New York.

because everything you touch turns to shit.

Yeah? - Hey, it's me, Llewyn.

- Not... - Yeah, I bet.

Jim and Jean, we get a good crowd.

- What do you mean? - Just, uh, you know...

And that's when you picked up the cat?

Here's this. You used to like this.

Lord, Fm three, Lord, Fm four

- No, no, no. They're not home. Okay.

- He's not drunk. - I wasn't talking to you.

- Heh. - There's another act.

I need a drink.

I can't run out on it. I'm in your fucking sardine can.

Um, I'm gonna do this song.

That would be...

Weaponry is part of the job.

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

PH be dead and gone

Johnny, hold up.

He likes funerals. I don't know what to tell you.

What every firm at OCI told me

- More coffee? - Yeah.

I don't know, because I'm a communist

I want you to leave. Get out of here.

I don't hang out with the Gorfeins.

Okay. So that's it?

- Got a red-blooded wife - Outer

we might see how your voice works with the other two.

All along the banks

from Elinora in Arkansas.

Get the fuck out of my office.

Home from the hill. Hey, Llewyn, welcome. Come on in.

This is family.

Don't give me rules. You play what you play.

Are you going away With no word of farewell?

You just let other people, like your method of birth control.

He's a good kid.

Well, where were we?

Yeah, no cursing. Except now I gotta go back to the fucking union hall.

- He likes people. - Fewer and fewer.

- Not again. - This is a different girl.

- Okay. Oh! Sorry. okay. - Ha-ha-ha.

Thought you might wanna keep some copies.

in front of Jean. You know how she gets.

This is not our cat.

What's wrong with you? Shame on you.

My life is a big bowl of shit.

You know its name? I can't remember his name.

Look, we told Troy he could stay.

- If you make her a widow - Space

Will you open my right side

- Fuck, you threw out my file box? - Llewyn.

Sorry I fucked up your evening.

Try something new.

Oh, okay. Well, she should have a friend though.

I see a lot of money here

- Whose couch are you on tonight? - I told you. Al Cody's. You don't listen.