Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

and he won't let me disinfect a gash in his head.
Look, Henry. What would you expect?
Go ahead.
A vocation like ours, Simon, is not a 9 to 5 thing.
Can you recommend it to your friend, the publisher, Henry?
considers the poem emblematic of modern society's moral...
Yeah, well. Whatever. Listen, Simon. Forget Henry.
This computer has got a program especially for it.
Forgive me, Simon. Look, do me a favor.
Simon...
- Nobody likes it. - It's true.
Henry?
In every home in America, the PC is gonna be where the TV used to be.
From work? You can't go to work.
He'll read your book and seriously consider publishing it.
You see, what I'm doing is too radical.
Too uncompromising.
It's an honor to meet you, Mr. Grim.
- Are you drunk? - Now you have to get a job.
Is it true your husband served seven years at a state prison for rape?
I'll see you on Thursday, Henry.
Tattoos all over himself and big, red, bloated nose.
I doubt.
"There are the doughnuts."
I owe you everything.
Did you go to the employment agency today, Henry?
I know a man.
It's the law.
I was caught.
Did you see him?
Suit yourself.
slob with some pretense to taste can poke it with a stick?
where the work ethic is undermined...
To be a loving and faithful husband...
And...
Keep them with you at all times...
That was nice.
that rears its ugly head every time an artistic voice comes out.
And you don't?
What?
Keep a lookout.
And it'll be a direct connection to all forms of media.
and he totally simplifies them. I appreciate that.
here I am...
I don't give a shit anymore. People deserve what they get.
well, I guess...
I...
What do you mean, you don't know why you bothered?
"Bless, O Lord, This Ring, And He Who Gives It, And She Who Wears It..
Look, Fay. About between us, what happened.
for corrupting the youth of Athens.
I'll go to the library and I'll get you the best edition they have.
Have you got any money?
Shit. Come on. This way.
Oh, shut up, mom.
- I want to go up front! - You gotta lie down! Get in the car!
So my word is not enough.
You will never have to work again on a garbage truck, I assure you...
He's terribly disappointed.
Simon.
- That's your poem? - Yeah.
- Well, what now? - What do you mean?