Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

She ain't gonna leave.

I don't see no signs, Miss Daisy.

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

It seems hard to believe...

if just for a little while.

Aren't you people glad to see me?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nine fucking years.

Well, I have children.

I wish it would snow.

but you missed your mama's funeral.

Have you ever read any book?

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

I'll see you later.

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

I've seen you piss a thousand times.

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

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

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

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

it sort of seemed romantic at the time.

He's not gonna leave you.

You were really in Lorraine's band?

So, when's the funeral?

My face got hot, my breath quickened.

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

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

You wanna teach me about respect? Who respects you?

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

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

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

I can't believe it.

Robert Browning.

Spring, and we're still here.

she warned me that Lorraine would always be selfish.

I really need a job.

She was feeling a bit lonely and cold.

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

- Why? - Why not?

That's beautiful.

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

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

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

I hope you're not wearing them lady underwear.

It closes up when the sun goes down.

I didn't mean what I said.

What about her?

Lorraine and me...

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

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

Don't got the lungs for it.

My English final, I gotta write something...

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

Why do you talk about her so much?

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

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

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

All right, Nebraska.

I am sorry, all right?

Well, they ought to.

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

I was so mad at you.

Christ, it's probably nothing, man.

You got work to do.

Your redemption and my penance, right?

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

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