Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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