Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

...and still managed to do badly.
You're all right if you're out of work.
(both laugh)
(Harry) I got a better story.
I was thinking. We never got to go fishing again.
I'd love to.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live
- Gentlemen. - Hiya!
...and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
...and the hope that a fish will rise.
...waiting to jump on the first deer,...
Where are you going?
- Want some muffins? - Perfect.
In 1917, World War One came to Missoula,...
I have to dance.
They'll be telling everyone the class of '19 did it.
He was... He brought someone,...
You are a fine hunter
We'll come back here tomorrow, wipe this day off the books.
...just before Jessie and I left for Chicago,...
Oh, I'll never go trout fishing brother
"A field of grass, where no-one seemed to have been,...
(door closes)
(men whoop and laugh)
Brother!
- Jeez, Ma! - Well, you get him so excited!
(laughs)
- Come on! - I'm with you!
And although I was unaware of it then, teaching fit me.
Is there anything else you can tell me?
(door opens)
Three!
Nearly all the bones in his hand were broken.
I understand he's changed the spelling of our name.
Mother...
(they laugh)
About ten years before, she'd been elected beauty queen of Wolf Creek.
Then I'll see you then.
(whooping)
Ah!
- Hm? - (Jessie) Yeah, that's a good idea.
Oh, well now.
Would you be a doll and get us a drink?
(laughter)
...to walk the honky-tonks and brothels of Front Street.
I should write an article.
What are they biting on"
So the poor bastards pee in their pants.
Do you know those Indian children don't even have shoes, Norman?
(loudly) How are you?
That’s my brother
You bet your life.
Only if it's something good. (laughs)
Come on!
Yeah. Deadline. I can't work there.
...taking with it every able-bodied lumberjack,...
(car pulls up)
(gate slams)
I also hear that he...
...and only by picking up God's rhythms could we regain power and beauty.
- (train whistles) - North Coast! Stops in Helena, Bozeman...
All you have to do is look at him and take him home.
(laughs)
Waking or sleeping Thy presence my light?
(tune ends)
Mother's pictures.
...a denomination my father always referred to as "Baptists who could read".
- (Mother) What? - The end of my line.
You son of a bitch, you're getting serious. You and Jessie. Huh?
Well, now.
- You're looking good. - Yes, hasn't he grown up?
Old Cal, he heaves it out there.
Yes?
...free from all its laws, like a work of art.
But we can still love them.
Peraí Vou dar bom dia pra ela
Bananas today
(train creaks into motion)
Ah!
Jeez, Pauley...
...my mind is filled with song. "