Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Thanks for keeping quiet, asshole.

You a funny boy, huh?

It's not like me and Mike were ever a big act.

Now, I will write you a receipt,

Oh, no, cried King Henry

Think about it. I lost their fucking cat. I feel bad about it.

Well, it would have to be something, stupid fucking name like that.

but if you do, you should be wearing condom on condom,

Oh, yes, please. He's very good.

- A little dago red? - Yeah.

Oh, uh, Mitch and Lillian's, uh, folk song friend.

- Llewyn. - No, I'm not kidding.

- In Akron? - To deliver the, uh...

Or whatever your pre-Columbian shit is.

I do my thing, and one day you wake up wondering:

Really? So did you bring your dick along too?

What's he like?

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

I have to run the elevator.

Fare, fare thee well

Yeah, you want it?

you go back on the roster and I can ship you out.

- All right, thanks for the coat. - What?

I'm sorry, which? Out or fuck you?

Llewyn, it goes to his upkeep. We don't get any.

Oh! No, no, no. Heh.

but, um, maybe also in obtaining management.

After last time, I just can't tell you how sorry I am.

No, Llewyn has the cat. I'm Llewyn. I have his cat.

Oh, that's- That's good. You got a new cat.

- What do you think? - What?

- Whenever, more than a month ago. - Oh.

Don't send me off into outer- P- p-p-p-please

It's more than that.

When Igo back Baltimore

Okay, yeah, well, her playing that was pretty on the beat.

- Where's Mel? - Mel's at a funeral.

- Cincinnati, it's not in here. It should be in there.

Huh? Where's your corncob pipe?

Oh, good kitty. Jesus, thank God.

A hundred mites

- Well, if the music's not- - What? Quit?

There's the discipline, which is what you're referring to.

She came in to tell me she decided

Hang me up so high

your food's brought to you, don't even have to get up to shit.

No, no, one word, Greenfung.

- Could I take a message? - Uh...

But I can get down there. - He's hanging out at Jim and Jean's.

But The Times is gonna be there.

That's enough. - Fine.

You yell stuff, man. It's a show.

- Shachtmanite? - What?

laughing his ass off.

Somebody got sick and dropped out. He thought you'd like the work.

Clean Asshole Poems,

“More, more, more,' cried the bed.

- Oh, there's the cat. - Yeah.

Oh, it was a fine And a pleasant day

I wouldn't mind the hanging

Howard Greenfung.

- Is it-? Cincinnati?

Yeah, they don't do that. You gotta be current to ship out.

All right. Um...

So it went okay?

- Okay. - Yeah. Oh-oh-oh.

Jesus, Llewyn, you don't even fucking remember.

You wanna know why? This would interest you.

And in my heart

We're switching over. Could you pay the ticket?

I can pay you back really soon, that and the last loan.

Okay. I'll see when the guy can do it then.

And a dagger in my hand Poor boy

- because you are shit. - Okay.

and found myself purging from every orifice,

- because you want it to. - Is that why?

Went up on the mountain

Eleven-five. But why?

Oh, please don't start with the double condoms again.

- You drive, right'? - Yeah.

There you go, Llewyn Davis.

- It's not that cold. - You out of your mind?