Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I'm afraid so.
Here you go.
And then I cast upriver.
And he leaves us and goes to them.
-But... -Go.
And as strange as his stories got...
Exactly
...I took a job as a traveling salesman. It suited me.
No one would come out here unless they had business.
After all, a giant man can't have an ordinary-sized life.
-I'm going with you. -No, no, no. You shouldn't.
What? You mean, you love this guy?
Mr. Calloway?
Just to be sure, you can take my pack.
If nothing's gonna change, I'd just as soon it not change...
And you're here now, and that's what matters.
He's our poet laureate. Come on.
Why don't you go home with Josephine. I'll stay tonight.
I will. I will. I'll call.
How did you know my father?
They're not elaborate mythologies that you maintain...
Not that. The real story. He ever tell you that?
Sometimes the only way to catch an uncatchable woman...
-What's a gypsy? -Your momma's a gypsy.
Friend! Welcome to you!
...that sticks above the water.
It was fat with eggs it was gonna lay any day.
Congratulations.
-You know anyone who's taken it? -That poet, Norther Winslow, did.
You just have to tell me who she is.
My arms are a little stringy, but there's some good eating in my legs.
My father and I never talk.
After all, no man can avoid reaching the end of his life.
The one about the witch.
Oh, that really happened?
-Would you mind grabbing that? -What?
I'm just trying to reconcile the two.
...it's impossible to separate fact from fiction, the man from the myth.
...back from the dead.
I'll talk to him. See if I can get him to go.
But take with you this key to the city...
...a kid of my own.
Really?
I could be gone for weeks at a time.
Then he bought the houses. And then he bought the stores.
You remember why you loved it in the first place.
You have to understand.
...I set upon my plan to make a bigger place for myself in Ashton.
And so the twins and I began our arduous journey...
Well, when you work for the circus, you don't have a regular address.
I like your stories.
Stories are what you tell a 5-year-old at bedtime.
You don't even know me.
...it could kind of screw you up.
...and the occasional puppy who wanders into her yard.
-...soon to be mother of my child... -Make him stop.
Sure is a lot now, though, huh?
The one about the witch.
The auction today is for the town of Spectre.
That poor boy.
I was drying out
Armed with the foreknowledge of my own death...
There were five of us out there that night:
A very big fish.
...and said, Your daddy's gonna die.
...where this crow came and said:
It's been a month today.
-You think I'm up for it? -You learned from the best.
-You need to go. -Probably tonight.
I'm the luckiest person you'll find today.
What are you doing?
I know why you like him.
The strange thing is, there's not a sad face to be found.
After that night, I didn't speak to my father again for three years.
Surprise ending. Wouldn't want to ruin it for you.
Your father had a stroke.
You were talking about your wedding.
But Edward was not like most men.
I speak mine out, you write yours down. Same thing.
...the rest of my body belonged to the U.S. Government.