Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Even so, Paul and I probably received as many hours' instruction in fly-fishing...
And I said "Yes, I do. "
Man has been eating God's oats for a thousand years.
Buster here wants to fish.
Why did he hit him?
(Paul groans)
...is not wanted.
It's OK, Mother! Who is this?
Starting fall term.
Friday's good.
Oh, I'll never leave Atlanta, brother.
"We are willing to help, Lord, but what, if anything, is needed?"
- Yes, pass this way! - (whooping)
...and I've got some baking chickens at home.
Just a little... further.
Yeah. You want me to come over and protect you?
OK, let's go!
So my brother and I learned to cast Presbyterian style,...
- What...? - He fell asleep in the sun.
So what's the first station out there now?
I wish Paul could have been here tonight. He's working late.
- And is this Norman? - Yes, it is.
On the Missouri River
< slow dance starts>
- You know he fishes, too? - I thought everybody knew.
...I realised it was my father's words that made me feel most at home.
(laughs) Well, she's got a tattoo.
Yeah.
Murph!
Unbelievable.
(Paul) OK!
Be careful!
Nought be all else to me save that Thou art
...but I like you.
See, Professor, that's why you need to stick around here from now on.
Do I look thin, Mother?
And if Paul and I listened very carefully all our lives,...
Hang on!
Though I was surprised by the invitation, I asked only one question of Jessie.
I'll take you to the Fourth of July dance.
Hello, Father.
- Paul. - Maclean.
- I'm not leaving. - What?
It's a pleasure to meet you, Norman. Jessie tells me you're a poet.
(laughs) Sure.
(faint drunken singing)
- No, I don't have to. - No, you go ahead.
(all laugh)
It was a revelation, exposing me to a world I'd only guessed at.
Buster wants to fish.
Oh, NealWhat about the bait?
I figured you felt lucky tonight. I could use some of the luck.
Um,... a favour.
(crashing)
Well, thanks for the flight.
Damn it, the forest fires!
Mother!
- Have you? - College level, but I haven't heard yet.
- Initials? - No.
On your right! Watch right!
Which hand?
Blackbird, bye-bye!?
The real McCoy, not like, uh,...
- Oh, I'll take that. - She's 23 and built like a brick shithouse.
I'll show you. Can you believe those guys?
...and that he would appreciate me seeing him off.
As time passed, my father struggled for more to hold on to,...
...and some of the words are theirs.
Righty-oh-ho-ho.
- You guys OK? - Where's...?
I'm gonna take it.
Montana, why? It'll always be here.
(sniffs)
And vine-ripened tomatoes...
Oh, I'll never leave Montana, Brother.
Mother, that was amazing.
(women laugh)
She went by the name of Old Rawhide.
Hark, fair Juliet speaks.
...so his offer meant more to me than anything in my life.
...are the words of God. Listen.
You know, people have told me I look like Ronald Coleman.
But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends, it gives a lovely light.
(she squeals)
(all laugh)
(sighs contentedly)
It says here a remark was passed...
Paul was different. His toughness came from some secret place inside him.