Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

I didn't mean what I said.

I'll see you later.

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

Well, they ought to.

All right, Nebraska.

I am sorry, all right?

I've seen you piss a thousand times.

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

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

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

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

That's beautiful.

She ain't gonna leave.

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

I wish it would snow.

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

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

Lorraine and me...

He's not gonna leave you.

My English final, I gotta write something...

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

Why do you talk about her so much?

You wanna teach me about respect? Who respects you?

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

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

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

She was feeling a bit lonely and cold.

My face got hot, my breath quickened.

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

Christ, it's probably nothing, man.

I was so mad at you.

- Why? - Why not?

I really need a job.

Well, I have children.

You were really in Lorraine's band?

Robert Browning.

Your redemption and my penance, right?

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

So, when's the funeral?

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

It seems hard to believe...

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

it sort of seemed romantic at the time.

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

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

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

I can't believe it.

Aren't you people glad to see me?

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

It closes up when the sun goes down.

she warned me that Lorraine would always be selfish.

but you missed your mama's funeral.

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

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

if just for a little while.

What about her?

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

Have you ever read any book?

Nine fucking years.

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

Don't got the lungs for it.

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

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

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

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

You got work to do.

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

Spring, and we're still here.

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

I hope you're not wearing them lady underwear.