Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You got work to do.

Men who lie to girls so they can have a roof over their heads?

I was so mad at you.

I just came up here to make sure that you're safe...

You don't do anything else I tell you to do. Where is it?

Will you stop grieving about that hunk of shit and sit down?

And I guess if people want to believe in some form of justice...

she warned me that Lorraine would always be selfish.

You were really in Lorraine's band?

Spring, and we're still here.

Well, they ought to.

What about her?

She was feeling a bit lonely and cold.

I hope you're not wearing them lady underwear.

- Why? - Why not?

Well, I have children.

I need to get away from Bobby full-time. Overtime.

He's not gonna leave you.

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

but you missed your mama's funeral.

It's Lorraine's. You just let her stuff collect dust in there.

I wish it would snow.

- Are you sleeping with her, Lawson? - No. How could you think that?

- I'll see you guys. - See you there.

It seems hard to believe...

Lorraine and me...

I've been practicing wearing this shoe. It's just numb, is all.

I'll need a place to stay, and y'all said I had a right.

Christ, it's probably nothing, man.

I'll see you later.

Have you ever read any book?

I wanna be normal. It's just not my life.

- She knew how to reach people, you know? - No, not really.

and go down to the river like we used to? What do you think of that?

All right, Nebraska.

And I don't believe that she thought you'd be interested.

- Here, I'll help you out. - No, I'm fine.

Maybe you'd rather I earn money bringing friends home.

I really need a job.

I didn't mean what I said.

Man, you must be doing okay. No rent...

Don't got the lungs for it.

The deal is that Lorraine left the three of us the house.

it sort of seemed romantic at the time.

My face got hot, my breath quickened.

I can't believe it.

if just for a little while.

You wanna teach me about respect? Who respects you?

"whenever he found a tiny hand reaching for his."

I've seen you piss a thousand times.

It closes up when the sun goes down.

- Y'all going down to Cecil's? - In a minute.

So, when's the funeral?

And in the glorious words of T.S. Eliot:

My English final, I gotta write something...

Every day, at least once. Y'all gonna eat?

- You are responsible for your share. - My share?

Why do you talk about her so much?

Aren't you people glad to see me?

She ain't gonna leave.

- but I think that might be a bad sentence. - I think they all are.

I promised Pursey if she'd study. I mean, look at us. We're worthless.

I am sorry, all right?

Your redemption and my penance, right?

It's not like you have rent. You don't have to work full-time.

'Cause the weird thing is that, according to Lorraine, I am your family.

God, what do you do? Except shit around and talk about how smart you used to be.

Why don't you pour your old buddy a drink?

That's beautiful.

Nine fucking years.

But I need peace and quiet. I got so much to do...

lay only in a mind both exalted and crippled by too many stories...

Robert Browning.