Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- No. No, he came home.

In what way, buddy?

You were calling me a careerist, and I was calling you a loser.

I insist. I insist.

Fuck. Goddamn it. Oh, shit.

Yeah? - Can I come up?

I sweat when they put me

Well, they want me back for rehearsals.

- Yeah, I'm sorry. - Where were you?

He's fucking great. Matter of fact, he's been asking after you.

I thrive on that.

And so perhaps you'll

I played at his club in Chicago on my last furlough,

- Good to see you. - Hey.

Sociology. - Professor Gorfein, please.

Like Norah's dove

- He's fine. Believe me, he's fine. Okay. But it's easy for me-

He thinks I can have a career.

Yeah, that's right.

It could come back.

But thank you, for trying.

- You got the money? - Yes, I have the money, don't worry.

I didn't mean to be unkind

As a cabin boy On a sailing lugger

- Lou N. Davis. - Llewyn.

All right, one more before I go.

No, I can't barge in for dinner. I just wanted to-

in the wink of an eye My soul is turning

I didn't... It just happened.

I've been all around this world

and heard many nice things about you from Jim and Jean and from others.

Hotels on the moon?

Are you shitting me?

Marty's in my department. And, uh, Joe's a musician.

And H! be dead and gone

if Pm blubbering upon reentry

Hello? - It's Llewyn. Don't hang up.

I shat! lose the branch too

Where's its scrotum, Llewyn?

Right, well, those are your categories.

Should I go call an ambulance?

We told Troy he could crash here.

- You and Mikey used to do that song. - Yeah.

I don't wanna go

You're no front guy,

Said he was a friend of yours. Guy in a suit.

You, get out of the car.

Went up on the mountain

Are you reading me loud and clear?

Folk songs. Thought you said you were a musician.

He connects with people.

When I've rotated through my Village friends.

She weighs anchor this Friday, 6 p. m.

You sit there in the audience last night, yelling your crap.

We're gonna hear you tomorrow.

Now you're up on deck

Where's your coat?

then bring him here for us to take care of.

But poor Queen Jane

You didn't forget to pick up your mail.

Thank you very much.

- With you, I worry. - Well, you shouldn't.

one of them like a fire hose.

What you do. Make fun of folks up there?

You told me to throw everything out.

Parts of Arkansas

Twelve notes in a scale, dipshit, not three chords on a ukulele.

How'd you get the gig, Betty?

Full nine days or more

- I need to breathe - Outer

I'm gonna get y'all

We'll go down to Galilee

A hundred mites

report for duty.

Ha-ha-ha. You have not heard one nice thing about me from Jean,

found myself purging from every orifice

You're okay. You're not green.

Friend: why do you have to bring capitalism into everything?

That's its name?

He will. I asked him.

I mean, that's not a problem, is it? It's the Gorfeins' cat.

Well, can I have my stuff?

- Ginny, where's Cincinnati? What?

Won't be long now 'fore you die Poor boy