Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Have a seat. I'll let him know you're here.

Grown man with a cat.

Keep an eye on my shit.

Lillian's in the kitchen. She's making her famous moussaka.

No, he won't. I was there less than a month ago.

And that was the last time I was in Murfreesboro.

A hundred miles, a hundred miles

I'm doing it Saturday.

This is a loving home.

You're a friend of Al's?

One, two, one, two, three, four.

and certain other things that squares like you would call the black arts

- Actually, I was wondering... - Uh-huh.

- because you don't get royalties. - Okay, that's fine. And I can cash it?

Yeah, boy, I'm sorry. I- I was away.

There's some stuff. I put your stuff in a box.

I said, That's okay, brother. I might have managed on my own

Well, you know.

Do you know, uh-? You know Marty Green and Janet Fung?

Green, green, rocky road

Uh-huh. Well, that makes sense.

- Oh, please - Mr. Kennedy

You know a doctor, right'?

- What are you doing? - What?

You just spout vitriol.

I'm interested in gigging here,

I don't give a shit.

- No, no. Come on. One more person? - No, no, no. No, I can't.

Royalties on that? Whoa, Nelly.

- How do you feel? - Fine.

Uh, sure. Maybe an hour.

What every firm at OCI told me

You know why, Llewyn?

Please don't shoot me into outer space

P- p, I sweat when they stuck me

Oh, bed crumbs of all ages Spilled on you.

I've only fucked Jean.

In the pressure suit

You comfortable with harmonies?

- Hey'- - Hey'-

Put the rope around my neck

Do you know Arlen and Dodi Gamble?

to a gig and they're looking for someone to help pay for gas.

Wow. Thank you, that was very nice of you,

I have to run the elevator.

What's your name again?

Diane didn't tell you?

You will know that I am gone

- Lillian- - I am so sorry I upset you.

I had to... What?

Llewyn is the cat.

who sleeps with other people's women. Let's not forget that.

If it was never new and it never gets old, then it's a folk song.

I like the sweaters.

- Like Dad? - Llewyn.

This a-way, this a-way

- No, no, no. Shoot.

Made of sand, made of sand

But the laying in the grave so long Poor boy

- It's Mike's part. - I know what it is. Don't do that.

I'm sorry, I didn't know how to get the money back to you.

So I have to get rid of what might be a perfectly fine baby, a baby I want,

- With me? - Yeah, it's, um...

You were supposed to get something from Bud Grossman?

You will know that I am gone

Are you wearing gingham panties?

- Is he? - Wonderful.

Yeah, he sure is.

- P-p-please - Please, Mr. Kennedy

Don't tell Jean.

Ha, ha. Come on, Llewyn. Give me a little credit.

Let's go out. Can I borrow Jim's coat?

I said, Am I allowed to bank the ball off the cushions or is that too fancy?

- I do. I wanna- - We try, you sleep on the couch.

Get back together.

- How you doing? Llewyn Davis. Oh.

There was fiddiin' and dancin'