Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

What's new?
So, we have discovered you.
Anyhow, you've had some luck. We've decided to accept your last story.
Hey stop it. shhh. hey, be quiet.
Henry, I didn't get the job.
Natali Sorensen. I know this sound like I'm a lunetic or something, but I have this reason why I wish to talk to you.
Start ?>, my friends are thirsty.
Your mother's cunt stinks like carpet cleaner.
Grandma ?>jack the window ?>. That's what's new.
- This time it happened pretty fast. - ?> you don't own me.
It's time those fuckers came out of hiding.
Now I have a couple of packs of smokes. ?>
Yeah, but that counts too.
Come on Eddie, let me fight you ?>.
?> You usually fall by now.
But how come?
Tomorrow is lighter.
You care what he thinks? Huh?
- Thank you, bartender. - Ok, oldtimer.
I could get a lot of booze out of Willbur. I'm giving up too much.
I don't see what you see in that guy.
Please no.
- I'm gonna separate you from your parts you westside bitch! - You get away from me!
What you gotta do is beg for little mercy.
Well, I'm not sure that you wanna come down here right now.
I just saw this angel.
Grab the stuff and follow me. We'll try my place.
- I'm gonna pick some corn. - Hey wait, you can't go up there, that's on the open. You'll be seen.
Henry, I'm going to die.
- Thank you. - Ok.
Just, just walking in here.
Hmm, ham. It's ham with mustard and radish.
What do you want to be, when you grove up.
Come on, Eddie!
Hey, what's this?
No, I'm Tally Sarenson.
Why can't you be more romantic?
Let's have a few drinks and listen to some jukebox music.
It's allright.
It takes endurance. Endurance is more important than truth.
That's ?>
Oh, great.
That woman. She looks like a kind of distressed goddess.
Excuse me, who are you?
met in a bar.
I don't know what it is ?> The booze or what, but ...
You're looking in bad shape. Should I call a doctor?
Anyhow, he's out on parole.
Think he got it in the side. If he'd get in the stomach, that's bad.
He must have been,he smoked on his cigarette.
Are you Henry Chinaski?
There you go.
No, but I seem to feel better when they're not around.
You don't play the lottery.
Hey, Henry!