Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Eggs and bacon, ma'am. Both of us. - Cheese on our grits, darling. Please.
Come on, baby, stop.
Why do you keep drinking that shit?
Good to see you again, Purslane.
I don't know. It was a long time ago.
good universities.
- Me, too. - Me, too.
Lord, it's cold.
What?
Breakfast of champions.
He was a man who was destined to go through life and not around it.
You said something to me recently. It got me thinking.
She'd be so proud.
I'd like to propose a toast...
Now, come on up and give your old man an Alabama shuffle.
Which you, of course, opened.
Your mama loved you, you know? You meant the world to her.
Is something wrong?
You know what, I am. I really am.
Have you ever read it?
I hear you'll be staying at Bobby and Lawson's for a while?
And the Shirley Temples on the house.
"eliciting Tommy's notorious smile.
then Bobby Long got his for a song.
She was buried in the church house yard
That's so corny.
You are such a shameless ham.
"You there, with a bad coin in your socket
I gotta go.
I believe that I do have a story for you gentlemen.
so if you want to quit, take it slow.
He should never have been by himself.
she'd make me these perfect grilled cheeses with the crusts cut off.
You nervous?
but long before she died.
He's got to cut down. He's got fierce emphysema.
- Stop! - Hey, man...
"Fun" is a stretch, don't you think?
about this wonderfully elusive something called pussy.
Bobby went crazy. He beat up that kid pretty bad.
How about we grab a bottle of wine...
I'd go through the fields saying it to myself: "Pussy."
There you go.
That's your opinion.
- So, y'all are really into books? - They're mostly Bobby's.
Yeah, she is.
The lawyer could get to her at any time.
- We could go fishing. - You don't fish.
God damn it, I wanna go to the river now.
Lawson is not in love with you.
Pursey, honey, you have taught this old fool a thing or two.
Why are you such a dramatic old bastard?
- You can work here on the weekends, sugar. - Really?
Don't have anything else to do.
- You keep your lecherous eyes off our girl. - What?
- A real life? - Yeah.
You're in school now. That's some funny stuff.
to her endlessly entertaining middle-aged roommates?
Yes.
Hello? Is anyone there?
that I have not given credence to.
- It is Christmas. - Whatever. It's under the back stairs.
I don't know what happened, really.
These boxes are all Lorraine's, so...
We are never leaving. Never!
- Are you gonna move out? - No.
Are they getting something else for their trouble?
- I think he peed blood. - God damn it.
And he and Lorraine brought you here for a reason.
New Orleans is a siren of a city.
It fell off the back of a truck.
- It's just bad habits. - You're talking to me about bad habits?
Oh, God!
I always knew it.
and play parasite to our generosity.
"Never fight fair with a stranger." Arthur Miller.
See this bone? It's broken.
You've better things to do than waste another day worrying about Bobby Long.
and the path he chose to become one.
"I'd like you to know your daddy...
She was really tiny. You should have seen me trying to zip it up.
You're living in some fantasy world...
And I know that we must seem horrible to you...
Like you probably got a ton of stories about your kids, right?
She was.
or is that the idea: Just to be anybody but who you really are?
If we make it to heaven, then everybody will be there...
Maybe.
- I thought you didn't have any. - I don't.