Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"De gustibus non disputandum est."
Is this away to help relief suffering?
- I can't. - So you see? You have no choice.
Oh, I see.
I'm sorry to disturb you again, gentlemen, but...
To revitalize American civilization...
is legitimately referred to as a poet...
And then, what happened?
You'd do that for me?
Keep dreaming, Warren. The guy's a nazi.
Nobody's got any standards anymore.
He wants to restore America to its position of unmatched wealth...
What's he look like?
As if Socrates himself hadn't been taken out of circulation...
Believe me, Simon.
In the past three days we have been treated...
I'm creating my resume.
Of course. When noble minds shrink from the task of leadership...
and I need a reasonably well-stocked...
He did not mention Simon Grim by name...
Vicky?
Bug off, Vicky.
- Have a seat, Mr. Grim. - Hold my calls for half an hour.
She's very angry. You gotta let it cool off.
See you.
Aren't you the messenger?
Right-o.
That it doesn't merit revision?
Nine o'clock.
Does it make a difference?
and ethical depth?
Got it?
for one to appreciate the full force of its character.
Come on, let's go break their arms.
- It's not good for you. - I learn so much from these magazines.
Angus, listen...
- What do you mean, you quit? - I quit my job.
Maybe it is.
You better sleep in my office tonight, Henry.
What is this?
It seems he gave an obscene note to a girl in the library.
This man will make a big difference in the lives of every American.
I wanted to...
See ya.
His throat hurt from smoking.
You've gotta tell him, Fay.
The important new voice.
- You can send dirty pictures. - On the Internet?
He'll thank you for it later.
I thought...
Room 423.
A man? What man?
But did they listen to me? Of course not.
What are you doing here, Simon?
dangerous?
I put them to good use.
highest ideals, but a cynical, atheistic delirium?
That can't be right. So what, my credit's good. Hey, Warren!
Yes, I see.
Be reasonable.
You want me to tell her to be quiet?
in a language packet in our share of human frailties.
When is it gonna be done, Simon?
that your poem will make more money than any poetry ever published!
We got out rock and roll shows these days, Henry.
What? You got other offers?
He wouldn't know a vital piece of literary art if it bit him!
or in anything else, for that matter.
You can't talk too long with him, because he writes all day.
My life's work.