Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But take with you this key to the city...
I could be gone for weeks at a time.
But Edward was not like most men.
Your father had a stroke.
...the rest of my body belonged to the U.S. Government.
What? You mean, you love this guy?
My father and I never talk.
And he leaves us and goes to them.
Here you go.
I'm afraid so.
-What's a gypsy? -Your momma's a gypsy.
-You think I'm up for it? -You learned from the best.
Stories are what you tell a 5-year-old at bedtime.
Congratulations.
...a kid of my own.
After all, no man can avoid reaching the end of his life.
Then he bought the houses. And then he bought the stores.
Sure is a lot now, though, huh?
How did you know my father?
And you're here now, and that's what matters.
...I set upon my plan to make a bigger place for myself in Ashton.
Armed with the foreknowledge of my own death...
That poor boy.
It's been a month today.
I know why you like him.
If nothing's gonna change, I'd just as soon it not change...
The strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found.
The auction today is for the town of Spectre.
You don't even know me.
And as strange as his stories got...
After all, a giant man can't have an ordinary-sized life.
And so the twins and I began our arduous journey...
-You know anyone who's taken it? -That poet, Norther Winslow, did.
-Would you mind grabbing that? -What?
Not that. The real story. He ever tell you that?
Surprise ending. Wouldn't want to ruin it for you.
You remember why you loved it in the first place.
My arms are a little stringy, but there's some good eating in my legs.
Mr. Calloway?
Well, when you work for the circus, you don't have a regular address.
...it's impossible to separate fact from fiction, the man from the myth.
The one about the witch.
Really?
You just have to tell me who she is.
I like your stories.
It was fat with eggs it was gonna lay any day.
I'm the luckiest person you'll find today.
They're not elaborate mythologies that you maintain...
-I'm going with you. -No, no, no. You shouldn't.
No one would come out here unless they had business.
...back from the dead.
He's our poet laureate. Come on.
Exactly
-...soon to be mother of my child... -Make him stop.
A very big fish.
...where this crow came and said:
After that night, I didn't speak to my father again for three years.
The one about the witch.
I was drying out
-But... -Go.
...that sticks above the water.
There were five of us out there that night:
I will. I will. I'll call.
You were talking about your wedding.
...I took a job as a traveling salesman. It suited me.
Why don't you go home with Josephine. I'll stay tonight.
-You need to go. -Probably tonight.
...it could kind of screw you up.
And then I cast upriver.
Sometimes the only way to catch an uncatchable woman...
What are you doing?
...and the occasional puppy who wanders into her yard.
You have to understand.
I'll talk to him. See if I can get him to go.
I speak mine out, you write yours down. Same thing.
Oh, that really happened?
...and said, Your daddy's gonna die.
Friend! Welcome to you!
Just to be sure, you can take my pack.
I'm just trying to reconcile the two.