Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

Johnny, hold up.

in front of Jean. You know how she gets.

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

My life is a big bowl of shit.

- Not again. - This is a different girl.

- If you make her a widow - Space

Get the fuck out of my office.

because everything you touch turns to shit.

Here's this. You used to like this.

I want you to leave. Get out of here.

Okay. So that's it?

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

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

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

Look, we told Troy he could stay.

Folk singer with a cat. You queer?

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

Merchant Marine again?

- He likes people. - Fewer and fewer.

Jim and Jean, we get a good crowd.

He's a good kid.

- Really? - Yep.

- More coffee? - Yeah.

Sorry I fucked up your evening.

That would be...

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

Um, I'm gonna do this song.

from Elinora in Arkansas.

Parts of Arkansas

I see a lot of money here

What every firm at OCI told me

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

Try something new.

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

And that's when you picked up the cat?

So we're, uh...?

PH be dead and gone

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

What's wrong with you? Shame on you.

- Heh. - There's another act.

It's the Gorfeins' cat.

Well, where were we?

Weaponry is part of the job.

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

All along the banks

So how's the music going?

- Got a red-blooded wife - Outer

- Where you going? - New York.

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

I need a drink.

Will you open my right side

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

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

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

- Not... - Yeah, I bet.

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

Thought you might wanna keep some copies.

This is family.

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

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

Lord, Fm three, Lord, Fm four

This is not our cat.

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

Are you going away With no word of farewell?

I don't hang out with the Gorfeins.

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.