Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We're gonna hear you tomorrow.

Sociology. - Professor Gorfein, please.

Are you reading me loud and clear?

As a cabin boy On a sailing lugger

You're okay. You're not green.

Right, well, those are your categories.

Fuck. Goddamn it. Oh, shit.

report for duty.

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

- No. No, he came home.

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

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

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

You, get out of the car.

Where's its scrotum, Llewyn?

When I've rotated through my Village friends.

But poor Queen Jane

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

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

Where's your coat?

then bring him here for us to take care of.

found myself purging from every orifice

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

Yeah? - Can I come up?

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

Are you shitting me?

In what way, buddy?

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

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

Went up on the mountain

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

I don't wanna go

All right, one more before I go.

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

Well, can I have my stuff?

I sweat when they put me

Hotels on the moon?

She weighs anchor this Friday, 6 p. m.

I shat! lose the branch too

Parts of Arkansas

Yeah, that's right.

Thank you very much.

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

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

It could come back.

We told Troy he could crash here.

I didn't... It just happened.

- I need to breathe - Outer

He will. I asked him.

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

if Pm blubbering upon reentry

Now you're up on deck

one of them like a fire hose.

That's its name?

He connects with people.

You told me to throw everything out.

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

Folk songs. Thought you said you were a musician.

We'll go down to Galilee

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

Full nine days or more

You're no front guy,

I didn't mean to be unkind

I insist. I insist.

A hundred mites

And so perhaps you'll

I thrive on that.

I'm gonna get y'all

Should I go call an ambulance?

- Lou N. Davis. - Llewyn.

in the wink of an eye My soul is turning

- Ginny, where's Cincinnati? What?

How'd you get the gig, Betty?

You didn't forget to pick up your mail.

- Good to see you. - Hey.

And H! be dead and gone

But thank you, for trying.

What you do. Make fun of folks up there?

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

Well, they want me back for rehearsals.

He thinks I can have a career.

Like Norah's dove

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

I've been all around this world