Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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