Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Do you find me attractive?
Mom?
the man is a scoundrel.
And you want me to consider publishing?
What happened?
Can you sit there, look me in the eye and tell me it's not great?
It's growing on me.
- Is it almost finished? - In a piece of work like this, it's...
Who is this person? Do I know him?
Simon?
What?
And, moreover, I find the kind of imagery of rotten decay...
Do you think I'm pretty?
To be honest, my ideas, my writing...
Simon? What are you doing here?
- His reputation as what? - As a writer.
of the residual puritan element of American culture...
and think it over a few minutes more."
- They're like a bunch of mosquitoes. - What do they want from you?
drugs, and contemporary poetry.
Not to look into our neighbor's eyes and find the bad. But the good.
A great poet.
and then lose to a bunch of cultural elite liberal fuck-ups.
Can you type my poem into that thing?
Mom?
- How are you, Henry? - Peachy. Get me a light?
My confession.
- I look young for my age, don't I? - How old are you?
It can be expanded, followed-thru, unified. See where I'm getting at?
For as long as we both shall live.
He was talking to Mr. Deng too. I was thinking...
Why?
It's about Pearl.
That man is a bad influence.
Novels, articles, newspapers, Will all be downloaded onto a PC.
- You and Vicky got back together? - I got a regular job now.
She was an ugly and mean-spirited kid.
I'm gonna kill you!
You can refuse to let him publish your poem.
This is postmarked 5 years ago.
Good evening, Fay.
- Angus James. - How about sending the poem to him?
Where the hell have you been?
What did I tell you? That was just a fad.
Mr. Fool, what is this?
Yours, especially.
But this tract you sent us demands a response as violent...
Their hearts are at the right place for much of the time.
Yes, of course.
Henry, Fay is pregnant.
- How are you doing, sweetie? - What did you learn in school today?
avocation like ours, it's...
Look, I'm the editor of a high-school newspaper...
- I cannot work on these conditions. - Yeah, get out of here, you freak!
- But he's your friend, right? - We were close at one time.
what many regard as vicious, anti social and pornographic poetry.
without regard for the apparent needs of the world at large...
un-established quarters of the American scene.
Henry, got any cigarettes?
"You want some?"
Have you found a job?
I'm Edna Rodriguez and I write for the "Queens County Examiner."
Warren, I found Pearl wandering around by the garbage dump.
I'm gonna go and get Mr. Deng's van.
Is dad in trouble?
Yeah, I bet. It's probably disgusting.
Okay, Laura. Make an appointment. Sometime next month.
My genius would be wasted trying to make ends meet.
Up front.
Kiss my ass.
Look, Simon...
To label me a mere pedophile. As if I'd be ashamed of such a thing.
This is only my opinion, but it is one I value highly.
Angus James is convinced my poem is gonna make him incredibly wealthy.
And I recall how in last month's meeting you stressed the need...