Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So what we got now is Brokeback Mountain!
and I won't have to put up with Joe Aguirre's crap no more.
Yeah. Jenny stopped her coughin'.
back in '63.
Dumb-ass mule.
Didn't think I'd hear from you again.
Mama, I need crayons. Not now, Alma.
I kept his room like it was when he was a boy.
I thought you said that mare couldn't throw you.
I don't know what he's doing. I'm seein' Kurt now.
Her dad sells farm equipment. I mean, big farm equipment.
Alma! Alma!
I think I'm supposed to be on a roundup down near the Tetons.
smokin'. Gets tiresome.
L.D., I can already see who little Bobby looks like.
I was thinkin', maybe I could...
Here's Cheyenne Hodson from Cody, Wyoming!
No one's eatin' unless you're servin' it!
Count ain't what I'd hoped for, neither.
Says my uncle didn't die after all.
- Ennis! - What?
- Excuse us! - Yeah, excuse me.
Yeah, well, if I got lucky, that harmonica would've broke in two.
before I knock your ignorant ass into next week.
Can I? Thank you.
Our wedding will be June 5, at the Methodist church.
She says I'm gettin' too old to be breakin' my back shovelin' asphalt.
Mom never explained it to me. I guess it's when the world ends...
Oh, that's good.
My mama, she believes in the Pentecost.
How about it, folks?
Yup. Come on.
Price tag still on it after five years.
This ain't her fault.
Is Alma here?
God, half the goddamn paint brands have wore off!
Bad predator loss if there's nobody lookin' after 'em at night.
♪ No one, no one ♪
What do you think?
I guess, I thought that this means you...
You do it and I'll make you eat the fucking floor.
What are you doing?
I can't begin to tell you how bad I feel.
Well, could have sworn I seen it in here.
So I'll pick you and Jenny up next weekend, after church.
the two of you was gonna move up here...
Got out while I could still walk.
his ain't no rodeo, cowboy!
It's okay. It's okay, Alma.
Don't know. Maybe he's not the marrying kind.
It's all yours.
Twist.
I ain't jokin'.
Says there's a storm comin', movin' in from the Pacific.
Come here.
Four years. Damn! Yeah, four years.
[radio chattering)
You didn't go up there to eat ceviche. You and him...
And I sure never thought...
I'll tell you this, I can't quit this one...
I won't ever be home.
Oh, shit!
God damn! Jesus!
You're stayin' on your feet, cowboy.
he got another fella gonna come up here with him...
There you go! No hands!
Too early in the summer to be sick of beans.
You don't say much, but you get your point across.
Let's get a move on.
Come on, Scotty!
Or you don't think I'm the one for him?
Speak for yourself.
- Say Hi, girls. - Hi.
You don't want 'em to be so lonely, do you?
All I'm sayin' is, what's the point of making it?
I'm going to tell you this one time, Jack fucking Twist.
Trying to get a foot rub, dummy.
Husbands don't never seem to wanna dance with their wives.
- Jack Twist. - Ennis.
we just may have to dance with ourselves, Lureen.
- Hey there, Junior. - Hey, Daddy.
And you must've got those notes I left at your place.