Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

It closes up when the sun goes down.

- I'll see you guys. - See you there.

- You are responsible for your share. - My share?

He's not gonna leave you.

The deal is that Lorraine left the three of us the house.

"whenever he found a tiny hand reaching for his."

I hope you're not wearing them lady underwear.

I need to get away from Bobby full-time. Overtime.

I promised Pursey if she'd study. I mean, look at us. We're worthless.

And I guess if people want to believe in some form of justice...

I just came up here to make sure that you're safe...

- She knew how to reach people, you know? - No, not really.

She was feeling a bit lonely and cold.

God, what do you do? Except shit around and talk about how smart you used to be.

but you missed your mama's funeral.

My face got hot, my breath quickened.

Every day, at least once. Y'all gonna eat?

You were really in Lorraine's band?

I didn't mean what I said.

You got work to do.

I wish it would snow.

- Here, I'll help you out. - No, I'm fine.

- Are you sleeping with her, Lawson? - No. How could you think that?

- but I think that might be a bad sentence. - I think they all are.

Why do you talk about her so much?

Don't got the lungs for it.

I am sorry, all right?

Have you ever read any book?

It's not like you have rent. You don't have to work full-time.

That's beautiful.

Nine fucking years.

All right, Nebraska.

Why don't you pour your old buddy a drink?

lay only in a mind both exalted and crippled by too many stories...

You don't do anything else I tell you to do. Where is it?

She ain't gonna leave.

But I need peace and quiet. I got so much to do...

and go down to the river like we used to? What do you think of that?

Man, you must be doing okay. No rent...

I wanna be normal. It's just not my life.

she warned me that Lorraine would always be selfish.

it sort of seemed romantic at the time.

I've been practicing wearing this shoe. It's just numb, is all.

'Cause the weird thing is that, according to Lorraine, I am your family.

I can't believe it.

if just for a little while.

I've seen you piss a thousand times.

Maybe you'd rather I earn money bringing friends home.

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

Well, they ought to.

Will you stop grieving about that hunk of shit and sit down?

Aren't you people glad to see me?

Your redemption and my penance, right?

It seems hard to believe...

You wanna teach me about respect? Who respects you?

And I don't believe that she thought you'd be interested.

Well, I have children.

What about her?

Men who lie to girls so they can have a roof over their heads?

And in the glorious words of T.S. Eliot:

It's Lorraine's. You just let her stuff collect dust in there.

I really need a job.

My English final, I gotta write something...

Spring, and we're still here.

I was so mad at you.

Robert Browning.

Lorraine and me...

- Y'all going down to Cecil's? - In a minute.

So, when's the funeral?

I'll need a place to stay, and y'all said I had a right.

I'll see you later.

Christ, it's probably nothing, man.

- Why? - Why not?