Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

But most of the time, I sat in the card room of my fraternity house,...
...and that the moment could not last.
I couldn't feel my hands! I'm thinking about my dog, Sport, that's with me.
Six?
Not a minister?
I'm proud of you.
(all shout in delight)
I'm tired and I wanna go to jail
Good. Now throw it away.
(Reverend) What are you working on? Do you have any new stories to tell us?
The sun don't bother me!
To what use shall you put this achievement?
Beat it.
(Reverend) Oh me, oh my!
Ah! "Fit you with a pair of concrete galoshes, see?"
Hey, Maclean!
The rules at Anaconda mines say "No breaks, not even for the john."
And I hung fresh towels on the washstand for you.
Macleans!
I got it! Whoo, whoo, whoo!
Hi, there, Mr Sweeney.
(background chatter)
Borrowed?
- (coughs) - (conductor) All aboard!
(Neal) Mrs Miller's still alive?
Who's that?
- I am. - You'll die.
Did you get a picture?
Yeah, he usually only eats what he can hit on the road.
I said "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me what they're biting on?"
(drunken singing)
Brother, you've been away a long time.
Ow!
(dice clatter on table)
And I realised that in the time I was away,...
(coughing)
Congratulations.
I got some chicken salad sandwiches in the car,...
Every girl you need to know will be there... without Momma!
Are you getting serious?
Teaching literature.
Hi.
Thanks for coming to see me last night(!)
...and a river runs through it.
"All except for the poor elder son...
- Is he hurt? - He's not hurt, he's just sick.
Brother!
Oh, jeez.
Shall we?
- Well, he's not coming back. - At least he's got friends out there.
Well, that's a good idea.
- To hell with him. - I thought we were supposed to help him.
Oh, I’ll never leave Wyoming brother.
No, this is Norman.
No.
Do much fishing out east?
(Paul whoops)
It's 2,000 miles away. They got more than a dozen papers there.
(paper rustles)
(she moans softly)
- Not Montana. - Then what?
Come on, guys. Let him breathe. He just got here.
They got some swell hooch here. They even wash the glasses.
Ugh!
Jesus Christ, Norm.
(he laughs)
(booming)
I could do that again!
(Molly) Drink?
Go on, move over.
- (Murphy) Preacher! - Preacher?
You ask him.
It's not healthy to get behind in that big game at Lolo.
Uh, you know the house rules as good as I do, Paul.
(clears throat)
Just get us a table, for four.
- (car horn) - Whoa! Whoa!