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I have to run the elevator.

but, um, maybe also in obtaining management.

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

Yeah, yeah, I'm sorry.

When Igo back Baltimore

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

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

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

And in my heart

I wouldn't mind the hanging

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

A hundred mites

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

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

Oh, good kitty. Jesus, thank God.

So it went okay?

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

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

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

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

Oh, it was a fine And a pleasant day

It's more than that.

and found myself purging from every orifice,

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

All right. Um...

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

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

What's he like?

- Shachtmanite? - What?

- A little dago red? - Yeah.

Oh! No, no, no. Heh.

Went up on the mountain

That's enough. - Fine.

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

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

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

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

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

- You drive, right'? - Yeah.

Eleven-five. But why?

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

And a dagger in my hand Poor boy

- because you are shit. - Okay.

laughing his ass off.

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

Thanks for keeping quiet, asshole.

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

Really? So did you bring your dick along too?

Fare, fare thee well

Oh, no, cried King Henry

Clean Asshole Poems,

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

- What do you think? - What?

Now, I will write you a receipt,

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

Or whatever your pre-Columbian shit is.

There you go, Llewyn Davis.

Yeah, you want it?

Howard Greenfung.

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

No, no, one word, Greenfung.

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

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

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

You wanna know why? This would interest you.

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

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

- Is it-? Cincinnati?

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

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

Hang me up so high

She came in to tell me she decided

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

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

You a funny boy, huh?

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

But The Times is gonna be there.

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

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

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

“More, more, more,' cried the bed.

Huh? Where's your corncob pipe?