Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

I can't believe it.

Well, I have children.

Spring, and we're still here.

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

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

Aren't you people glad to see me?

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

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

I'll see you later.

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

She ain't gonna leave.

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

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

That's beautiful.

You got work to do.

I was so mad at you.

she warned me that Lorraine would always be selfish.

Christ, it's probably nothing, man.

You wanna teach me about respect? Who respects you?

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

Lorraine and me...

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

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

I wish it would snow.

- Why? - Why not?

I've seen you piss a thousand times.

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

it sort of seemed romantic at the time.

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

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

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

I hope you're not wearing them lady underwear.

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

You were really in Lorraine's band?

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

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

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

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?

Robert Browning.

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

I really need a job.

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

All right, Nebraska.

My English final, I gotta write something...

My face got hot, my breath quickened.

He's not gonna leave you.

but you missed your mama's funeral.

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

So, when's the funeral?

Nine fucking years.

I am sorry, all right?

What about her?

Why do you talk about her so much?

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

It closes up when the sun goes down.

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

Don't got the lungs for it.

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

Well, they ought to.

It seems hard to believe...

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

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

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

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

I didn't mean what I said.

Have you ever read any book?

Your redemption and my penance, right?

She was feeling a bit lonely and cold.

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

if just for a little while.