Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

praised Mr. Grim for works of great and difficult striving for the...
- What is this? - Brass, maybe some kind of copper.
Are you willing to commit yourself to this?
I need time to think, to write...
I'm sorry, kid.
you can't put a fence around a man's soul. What I'm trying to achieve...
that Henry is...
To be a loving and faithful husband...
"Saving America from itself."
Seven years.
- Say hello to Patty, Ned. - Hi.
I mean...
I've let myself down, Simon.
It was a pathetic little conspiracy. A transparently desperate attempt...
Me. I'm the problem. We live in a culture of poverty and crime...
Hey, look. Treasure.
may abide in Your peace and continue in your favor until their lives ending.
- What the fuck is this? - About the upcoming elections...
Opinions come and go.
It was...
Don't you dare talk to me that way. And keep your hands off my brother.
I'm not so sure sometimes.
May the pain and confusion she endured on Earth...
I feel all kind of clammy and damp.
and lead the human race to even greater levels of freedom...
One of the editors.
He encouraged what was expressive in you to become manifest.
T-H-E-R-E.
the posturing, the preening, the pomposity...
Perhaps I wasn't made to walk through shit.
that seems to have written a poem. A long poem.
Mom, did you take your medication?
He needs help. Our help.
she's gonna stay like, you know, a sick person.
He's a good man.
Mind your own business, Henry.
it does.
Seven years for one afternoon of blissful transgression.
Look, Simon.
Will you sign the contract?
In plenty and in want...
And restore a kind of cultural and moral standard to our way of life.
A politics, if you will.
Mom can't be left alone with no one to keep an eye on her.
The Swedish academy, which will confer the award next week...
still...
Twice.
a recommendation from me might do you as much harm as it does good.
A literature of protest.
Passport and ticket, please.
Do I?
Maybe your expectations were too high.
They get sidetracked, distracted...
critical taste and sensibility. The county agrees with the church and...
How young?
Do what you're good at. Go.
Nothing.
Mom! Simon's got a broken rib and dislocated shoulder...
- I'm concerned about your friend. - Simon?
Look at this. You made a fucking telephone book.
Yes.