Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You could use that.
Leave them there on the cabinet.
Simon, just shut the fuck up!
I repeat myself.
No, don't.
- What were the terms? - $100,000 in cash.
there's they're.
They want to suffocate me, Simon. To extinguish me like a flame.
Why can't I see him now?
Maybe.
I DON'T GIVE A SHIT ANYMORE. PEOPLE DESERVE WHAT THEY GET
rendering of the desperate, the ugly and the mundane
power and opportunity.
Does your mom need help?
This place is losing all its charm, Mr. Deng.
- Pretty damn marginal, I think. - Downright controversial, probably.
I will not publish Henry Fool's confession.
Yes. He has.
- Because it's a masterpiece. - Really? Are you hearing this?
takes a lifetime, really.
you know...
I don't know if there are grounds for faith. Is my vocation relevant?
Can I read your confession?
What do you think you're doing, you idiot?
Have you read it?
But it is a hundred thousand dollars up front. Guaranteed money.
Look, Henry. I did it. I wrote!
- Where did you get this? - It's all over in the Internet.
Oh, shit.
It's roses.
after all.
Well, yeah...
My memoirs.
- We all thought he was retarded. - Everyone did.
She has been having sexual relations with her stepfather.
and not a soul in this dimly-lit world is gonna notice that I'm gone.
But you need experience.
It hurts to breathe.
Where's dad?
I told you that. I told everybody.
Simon, answer the woman.
I don't want to talk about it, Henry.
Really?
It's every American's right. A blessing.
an exile.
- Angus said he didn't even know you. - We weren't like bosom buddies.
This year, when you go to the polls, consider congressman Owen.
Why did you bring this thing to me anyway?
You'd do that?
Thanks.
- But... - What?
You said you would.
Or worse.
But I like my job.
in which it is incapable of prejudice.
What are these?
I signed the contract.
Give me a double espresso and a jolly doughnut, Gnoc.
I don't think people are gonna prefer reading books on televisions.
What did you do?
But I will succeed.
Because vocation is the difference. Only someone who cares doubts.
What time does your kid go off to school?
Little. And, what little there is to be said, is immense.
In joy and in sorrow...
I'm leaving.
Does all of this is true about the Internet?
I guess not.
Eat, Simon.