Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"but we can throw the whole book in the fire."
I don't read those anymore. I don't have the time.
Of course I am. But what if I wasn't?
Are you fucking crazy?
- Sorry. - It's all right.
I'm back.
Whatever.
"Procrastinate.
You're a lucky man. You're gonna be all right.
They're all torn up about it. Ranks up there with being out of vodka and cigarettes.
And you, you're really a writer?
Two goddamn days and no one's seen her.
Well, my guess is that she wasn't the only one.
Maybe you should start working on your damn book.
things had gotten a little out of hand...
Remember that very generous girl who used to skinny-dip?
Go.
Yeah, and dandelions.
where life's a book and no one takes responsibility for writing.
I have the scars of that love on my face.
No, just me and Uncle Earl.
Their year is almost up...
Bobby. If he's on his back, you have to turn him over.
"Tab" sounds like y'all might pay it someday.
"What do you think of my face?"
I saw this program on the Medical Channel that you can cure people of snoring...
Come on, man, let's play gin.
It doesn't have a smell.
No. I'm meeting him somewhere.
How about you?
You find a job?
That cough sends shivers of mortality down my spine.
One day they'll understand, when you finish that book.
You said, "I'm just a girl."
he could move in with me and get some more work done.
Your mama used to come here a lot.
- Those fucking scumbag losers lied... - They are not losers. They're my...
We hung out all the time.
You didn't know that? Jesus Christ, man!
I really do enjoy...
I think Gran wanted me to know that when she was gone, I'd be totally on my own.
- I think Art Appreciation. - Music.
this idiot, the dean's nephew...
Put that on my tab.
Were you in love with her or something?
Tell me one.
Just make sure it stays zipped up.
Bobby stepped in...
Shit, I ain't worth this much.
- You'll be fine. - I'll see you later.
- You're in the wrong appliance. - What?
Nice hat.
It was my first time in New Orleans.
He cut up my story and hung it on the Christmas tree.
Maybe, but only part-time.
I really think Pursey can get financial aid.
What can I do? Tell me.
A neighbor told me when I was 9 and I ran over his tomato plants.
You know, some people would call you a disgusting old man...
Sure I can. Then maybe I can go to Harvard.
She never would. Besides, God wouldn't let that happen.
- No. - You might have called.
and turned him into a creation of devotion and obsession.
They used you, Purslane.
I'm doing okay reading English. I'm not a writer.
My favorite one was that she'd take me to see her shows...
I'll be more fun than all of them whiners put together.
Yes.
Hey, ¿qué haceís aquí?
"has successfully completed the 11th grade...
Now, Leroy was an upstanding delinquent. Twelve.
She used to sing here. I was about your age. She was something.
and everyone knew but me.
Play that slow one that I asked for.
"I write to you always, but never have the courage to send my letters.
You know, I know what y'all think of me.
Lawson said he didn't mind.
It's probably some bacterial thing. It's nothing.
- School just seemed like a waste of time. - It's not.