Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I can soften up some of the language and make it read easier.

And yet another opportunity to save America from itself.

I remember Henry.

- Did I say that? - You did.

to discredit me and my ideas.

What the hell were you trying to do when you wrote this thing?

for us to be on the lookout for more marginalized verse from...

Bless, o Lord, this ring, and he who gives it, and she who wears it...

Ned, have you been drinking?

- Nothing. - Here. I'll teach you something.

You need to do something to be ashamed of once in awhile!

You need time to write, Simon. To study, to reflect.

there's hope for everyone.

...continuing guilt. - Apparently.

- Did he suggest changes? - No.

That's why I'm in trouble.

- Where is your coat? - I don't need a coat.

T-H-E-Y, apostrophe, R-E.

- You still sell dope? - No.

People say you were once in jail for having sex with a girl of my age.

- Congressman Feer. - Somebody's gotta lose.

You should take him home. He smells like a toilet.

- Get out of here. When? - I'm not sure.

the promise of sexual relations with her.

Of course you do.

I could puke all over a leaf and be more profound than he is.

- What's that? - Nothing.

Were you aware of the victim's relationship with the stepdaughter?

How did I get here?

Can you lend me $20?

I don't want to think about this.

or even calmly.

- Give her oxygen. - Breathe.

Poetry readings just don't pay the bills no more.

Pardon me, Simon.

About taste. You can't argue about taste. My God, Simon...

So, how did it go with Angus James?

The world is full of shit. It's true.

I know. It's just...

I'll call security for this one. But before I do, I wanted to ask you...

and, well, like I said, we have a number of charts.

You can't put a fence around a man's soul.

How dare you put something like this up where anyone can see it?

- He lost. - Who lost?

If he's such a genius, why doesn't he write books like you do?

And you have to walk through it. That's your part.

I'm not getting a job.

I'm sorry to disturb you, gentlemen. There's a wound up garbage man...

Yes. I was caught once.

They think you'd be a bad influence on the kids.

A prophet is seldom heeded in his own land. Remember that.

What's the fucking use?

are deep and many.

So I should take it?

Especially the night shift. All that time to think and develop ideas.

"It is their doughnut."

But just exactly what is the nature of your faith in my writing?

I wrote poetry because you told me to.

and discouragement, to rise up to the challenge you yourself accept?

rendering of the desperate, the ugly and the mundane...