Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- I am. - You'll die.

(Reverend) What are you working on? Do you have any new stories to tell us?

Come on, guys. Let him breathe. He just got here.

To what use shall you put this achievement?

(Reverend) Oh me, oh my!

The rules at Anaconda mines say "No breaks, not even for the john."

Are you getting serious?

It's 2,000 miles away. They got more than a dozen papers there.

I'm tired and I wanna go to jail

(paper rustles)

- Not Montana. - Then what?

I got it! Whoo, whoo, whoo!

(clears throat)

(drunken singing)

Uh, you know the house rules as good as I do, Paul.

Oh, I’ll never leave Wyoming brother.

(dice clatter on table)

Yeah, he usually only eats what he can hit on the road.

- To hell with him. - I thought we were supposed to help him.

The sun don't bother me!

Did you get a picture?

Do much fishing out east?

I couldn't feel my hands! I'm thinking about my dog, Sport, that's with me.

Congratulations.

Thanks for coming to see me last night(!)

(Neal) Mrs Miller's still alive?

No, this is Norman.

Hi, there, Mr Sweeney.

Not a minister?

And I hung fresh towels on the washstand for you.

Go on, move over.

Good. Now throw it away.

They got some swell hooch here. They even wash the glasses.

And I realised that in the time I was away,...

(all shout in delight)

- (coughs) - (conductor) All aboard!

"All except for the poor elder son...

I'm proud of you.

Ah! "Fit you with a pair of concrete galoshes, see?"

- Well, he's not coming back. - At least he's got friends out there.

Brother, you've been away a long time.

(background chatter)

I said "Excuse me, sir, can you tell me what they're biting on?"

But most of the time, I sat in the card room of my fraternity house,...

I could do that again!

Well, that's a good idea.

Teaching literature.

Every girl you need to know will be there... without Momma!

It's not healthy to get behind in that big game at Lolo.

- Is he hurt? - He's not hurt, he's just sick.

...and that the moment could not last.

...and a river runs through it.

- (Murphy) Preacher! - Preacher?

Just get us a table, for four.

I got some chicken salad sandwiches in the car,...

(she moans softly)

Jesus Christ, Norm.

- (car horn) - Whoa! Whoa!