Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Damn it! - (glass clunks)
- What do you say, Pauley? - Hey, Pauley!
Come on!
... I just may have to slit him open and stick my hands in to keep 'em from freezing."
Won't you come in?
(Neal winces)
(door creaks open)
What are you do...?
- (dogs bark) - (woman) Come here, come here!
(Jessie laughs)
- Mr Coolidge? - Uh-huh.
...unwilling to leave the fish he had not yet caught.
(all laugh)
- It's a stinker. - What?
(Paul) Ha, ha!
Is that right?
You betcha!
I am sorry about that. I wanted to be there.
...and in the evenings he could pursue his other purpose in life,...
Dance?
- OK. If you need to use it... - No, no, no, I have work to do.
...a gin and prune juice.
Minister, I guess.
(girl) Come here, Queenie, come here!
6.30.
- You're looking so good. - Oh, PauI's here. Come on!
Now, you have taught classes already, haven't you?
(Reverend clears throat)
Yeah, that's me.
- Heavy date, Paul? - Where you going, Pauley?
Well...
...in a little speak in Greenwich Village, New York.
- Well, what did they say? - Mm?
It is an achievement.
(laughter) Pee in their pants?
(Jessie) Fam-damn-ily!
(laughs)
I just flat don't like the house rules, Murph.
(Judge) Paul.
Too young to join me, Paul took a job as lifeguard at the municipal swimming pool.
Oh, jeez.
Sure.
- And this is Monasetah. - Mabel.
Sun don’t bother me
For the first time, Paul broke free of our father's instruction...
(door opens)
(clears throat) I'm, uh, Norman Maclean.
...except the deer. "
Neal, in Montana there are three things we're never late for:
- But they won't even let you play! - Oh, yes, they will.
Only games.
Excuse me. Would you like to dance?
(whooping)
- Preacher, come on! (laughs) - Please be quiet!
Over the lips, past the gums, look out stomach, here she comes!
Come on! Let's see some blood here! Go on! Lots of blood!
- (they laugh) - Oh!
- With the poker table! - They got new signs on the way down.
Righty-ho.
He's not used to all this. He's a Presbyterian.
Well, here's to the old fam-damn-ily!
No, you look, uh...
Boys, this is my big brother, the professor.
- Hey, where are you guys going? - Chicken!
- Norm. - (brakes squeak)
- Jessie says you just got your degree. - Yes.
Neal, this is Norman. Norman, my brother Neal.
Ooh, he's here! He's here!
I love you. Don't forget to write!
- You hit her, you son of a bitch! - You knocked her down, you bastard!
- Come on! This way! - (all cheer and shout)
Fishing?
- Let's go! - (they laugh and whoop)
(whistles)
- Glad to know you. It's a pleasure. - (Jessie) This is my mother.
Real threats?
Ah!
"Grunt 'n' grumble, rant and rave?"
...probably, I figure, to impress the only other client at the bar,...
Maybe you could go fishing with Norman sometime?
What'll it be, Je... Jessie?
From God, who is our home."
Not like her.
Ah, thank you, Eva. This is the most charitable idea I've heard in years.