Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You gotta get out of the house, Fay.

Are you sure you're being objective?

A friend of mine spoke of you. He said you had a lot of integrity.

But it was unremarkable.

Come on, Pearl. Let's go play at my house.

She's got some ex-con in it she met at the bar.

Warren... are you a registered voter?

Go to this Angus James yourself and get him to read the poem.

your instincts are profound. But the thing needs to be more cohesive.

You stop and write it down, okay?

That's the problem with this world, Mr. Deng.

The girl. The daughter, Pearl.

I promise. It's a small thing, perhaps, all things considered.

- He came by this afternoon. - Did you talk?

- It's poetry. - It's pornography!

Is it really that bad?

- How much do I owe you? - $25.

- Where's the beer? - No more beer.

and now I'm beginning to think that maybe it wasn't such a good idea.

- Hello. - Yeah. I'm listening.

Drop dead. Keep your day job.

- Did you tell him what you think? - What I think doesn't matter.

That it is not a profound meditation on the miracle of existence?

I don't know. Young.

somewhere hot. Stupid job, bad pay.

Where do you have to go to get a six-pack of beer around here?

There's there...

Opportunity will step out of the way to let a man pass it by.

- Simon, who did this to you? - I was gonna tear out their eyes.

And when was that?

In plenty and in want...

It is in the end whatever the hell I want it to be.

Listen, you geek. After a couple of drinks, people mistake me for 18.

...I don't know, 15, 16 years ago. - And when were you married?

So it's a good deal? - Of course it's a good deal

- Then why did I cook? - I don't know why you cooked.

Excellent. I'm polishing up the final chapters of my confession...

Can you recommend the poem to him?

- I... - Can you?

He's afraid that his reputation will not allow my work an honest chance.

that is always symptomatic of any fin-de-siecle.

Simon Grim, you go to the hospital with Fay right now, you hear me?

You got me outnumbered 4 to 1. You're gonna kill me here tonight...

You got talent. You have an innate sense of the musicality of language.

prosperity and security.

Try to get him up to $150,000.

plight against what he termed 'the godless and lost.'

- Had no friends. - Till he met Henry.

Of course it does.

He wants to win back this country for us Americans, Warren.

Oh, how perfectly enormous of you, Simon.

and comfortably dismissed the outside world as too shallow.

it's... well, it's embarrassing.

Have you got the Internet on that contraption?

Of course I'm sure. I've corrected the spelling myself.

What are you saying?

Smart, adventurous, tons of integrity.

Where's the library in this scrappy little burg?