Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You just let other people, like your method of birth control.

I can't run out on it. I'm in your fucking sardine can.

PH be dead and gone

in front of Jean. You know how she gets.

My life is a big bowl of shit.

- Not... - Yeah, I bet.

- More coffee? - Yeah.

So we're, uh...?

I don't know, because I'm a communist

Folk singer with a cat. You queer?

That would be...

- Whose couch are you on tonight? - I told you. Al Cody's. You don't listen.

- Okay. Oh! Sorry. okay. - Ha-ha-ha.

Will you open my right side

I'm gonna change it legally, at some point.

Thought you might wanna keep some copies.

- Fuck, you threw out my file box? - Llewyn.

I want you to leave. Get out of here.

- Not again. - This is a different girl.

- Where you going? - New York.

- What do you mean? - Just, uh, you know...

I need a drink.

- He likes people. - Fewer and fewer.

Sorry I fucked up your evening.

He's a good kid.

I don't hang out with the Gorfeins.

Johnny, hold up.

- No, no, no. They're not home. Okay.

Look, we told Troy he could stay.

- Heh. - There's another act.

from Elinora in Arkansas.

Here's this. You used to like this.

- Oh, please, Mr. Kennedy - Uh-oh

because everything you touch turns to shit.

Get the fuck out of my office.

He likes funerals. I don't know what to tell you.

And that's when you picked up the cat?

What every firm at OCI told me

- Could I have it? Should I bring it in?

Are you going away With no word of farewell?

I see a lot of money here

- If you make her a widow - Space

- Got a red-blooded wife - Outer

You know its name? I can't remember his name.

Yeah, no cursing. Except now I gotta go back to the fucking union hall.

Um, I'm gonna do this song.

- That's bad? - If that's what music is for you,

This is not our cat.

Well, where were we?

Parts of Arkansas

Okay. So that's it?

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

we might see how your voice works with the other two.

- Really? - Yep.

So how's the music going?

Jim and Jean, we get a good crowd.

Don't give me rules. You play what you play.

This is family.

What's wrong with you? Shame on you.

Weaponry is part of the job.

Merchant Marine again?

Oh, okay. Well, she should have a friend though.

Home from the hill. Hey, Llewyn, welcome. Come on in.

All along the banks

Lord, Fm three, Lord, Fm four

Yeah? - Hey, it's me, Llewyn.

Try something new.

- He's not drunk. - I wasn't talking to you.