Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Their year is almost up...
You're a lucky man. You're gonna be all right.
Go.
I think Gran wanted me to know that when she was gone, I'd be totally on my own.
Yeah, and dandelions.
That cough sends shivers of mortality down my spine.
You said, "I'm just a girl."
No, just me and Uncle Earl.
Lawson said he didn't mind.
No. I'm meeting him somewhere.
Bobby stepped in...
They're all torn up about it. Ranks up there with being out of vodka and cigarettes.
Bobby. If he's on his back, you have to turn him over.
What can I do? Tell me.
and turned him into a creation of devotion and obsession.
Are you fucking crazy?
Maybe, but only part-time.
"What do you think of my face?"
Yes.
Whatever.
Now, Leroy was an upstanding delinquent. Twelve.
How about you?
Nice hat.
he could move in with me and get some more work done.
Well, my guess is that she wasn't the only one.
We hung out all the time.
I saw this program on the Medical Channel that you can cure people of snoring...
Your mama used to come here a lot.
I'll be more fun than all of them whiners put together.
I don't read those anymore. I don't have the time.
and everyone knew but me.
"Tab" sounds like y'all might pay it someday.
Hey, ¿qué haceís aquí?
You find a job?
Maybe you should start working on your damn book.
And you, you're really a writer?
One day they'll understand, when you finish that book.
- No. - You might have called.
You know, some people would call you a disgusting old man...
It doesn't have a smell.
Remember that very generous girl who used to skinny-dip?
Just make sure it stays zipped up.
You know, I know what y'all think of me.
I have the scars of that love on my face.
Shit, I ain't worth this much.
Two goddamn days and no one's seen her.
She used to sing here. I was about your age. She was something.
I really do enjoy...
I'm doing okay reading English. I'm not a writer.
- You're in the wrong appliance. - What?
Play that slow one that I asked for.
He cut up my story and hung it on the Christmas tree.
where life's a book and no one takes responsibility for writing.
"I write to you always, but never have the courage to send my letters.
I'm back.
I really think Pursey can get financial aid.
They used you, Purslane.
this idiot, the dean's nephew...
things had gotten a little out of hand...
A neighbor told me when I was 9 and I ran over his tomato plants.
"has successfully completed the 11th grade...
"but we can throw the whole book in the fire."
Sure I can. Then maybe I can go to Harvard.
You didn't know that? Jesus Christ, man!
Of course I am. But what if I wasn't?
"Procrastinate.
- Those fucking scumbag losers lied... - They are not losers. They're my...
- You'll be fine. - I'll see you later.
Come on, man, let's play gin.
Tell me one.
- School just seemed like a waste of time. - It's not.
It's probably some bacterial thing. It's nothing.
- I think Art Appreciation. - Music.
Put that on my tab.
- Sorry. - It's all right.
It was my first time in New Orleans.
She never would. Besides, God wouldn't let that happen.
Were you in love with her or something?
My favorite one was that she'd take me to see her shows...