Jean: Explain the cat.
Llewyn Davis: Yeah, sorry. It’s, uh . . . It’s the Gorfeins’ cat. I crashed there last night.
Troy: What’s its name?
Llewyn Davis: Uh, I don’t know. He snuck out the door when . . .
Jean: Do you think you’re staying here tonight?
Llewyn Davis: Um . . . I was hoping to. Is Jim around?
Jean: Jim’s not here. We told Troy he could crash here.
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Jean: Do you ever think about the future at all?
Llewyn Davis: The future? You mean like flying cars? Hotels on the moon?
Jean: This is why you’re fucked.
Llewyn Davis: No, this is why you’re fucked. You’re just trying to blueprint a future. Move to the suburbs with Jim, have kids.
Jean: That's bad?
Llewyn Davis: If that's what music is for you, a way to get to that place, then yeah, it's a little careerist, and it's a little square, and it's a little sad.
Jean: I'm sad? You're the one who's not going anywhere. You don't wanna get anywhere. Me and Jim try.
Llewyn Davis: I wanna . . .
Jean: We try, you sleep on the couch!
Llewyn Davis: It's a bad thing to throw on my face, you know that?
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Bud Grossman: I don’t see a lot of money here.
Llewyn Davis: OK. OK. So that’s it?
Bud Grossman: You’re OK. You’re not green.
Llewyn Davis: But I don’t have what, say, Troy Nelson has?
Bud Grossman: You know Troy? Good kid. He's a good kid. Yeah, he connects with people.