Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

(Norman) There!
That's how you spell "Chi-ca-go"! (laughs)
I interviewed the President.
Hey, Chub!
San Berdoo and a lot of sand, and a lot of desert,...
Flip it!
(laughs)
...all existence seems to fade to a being with my soul and memories,...
Jessie, this is my baby brother, Paul.
(gate slams)
(glasses chink)
Well, the chickens haven't come home to roost yet, Al.
What did he do?
- Chub! (laughs) - Jeez, Pauley.
(bird flutters overhead)
We have no bananas today?
Oh, I'm famous.
(grunting)
Oh, God,...
Oh, she's fine. I'd like...
(tuts) Now everyone will think we're Lowland Scots.
- (shouts) Norman. - Oh, Norman!
Where are weWhere are we going?
Some Kodak, huh?
Don't forget, old boy. Friday, fishing.
"Well, shoot that brute some Burma-Shave!"
Anyhoo, she tried to lose me again and again,...
Grace.
(china crashes)
- Let's fish together today. - Good.
(laughs)
Of glory in the flower; We will grieve not
Ronald Coleman?!
At that moment, I knew, surely and clearly,...
(clears throat)
Well.
All right!
And though it is true that one day a week was given over wholly to religion,...
(reel creaks)
I wouldn't miss it.
There's sandwiches in here for you.
It'll give you better base, add some distance.
Did she want me to come? And she answered yes.
- Paul Maclean? - In there.
Yeah.
Long ago, when I was a young man,...
In our family, there was no clear line between religion and fly-fishing.
Oh, I’ll never leave Wyoming brother.
Yes, sir.
We can love completely...
Really?
After graduation, he took a job as a reporter for a Helena newspaper,...
(Mother) No!
(Reverend) Well,...
So while my friends spent their days at Missoula Elementary, I stayed home...
...even Jessie.
The river was cut by the world's great flood...
OK.
Oh!
We came back to Salt Lake City,...
- We'll fix it. - (winces)
(laughs) Aagh!
(sighs) I promised Jessie.
...it's been a long trip.
And now I usually fish the big waters alone,...
Who, Ronald Coleman?
You're not, uh...
- Nice to have you back. - Thank you.
From Wolf Creek. She got a brother went to Hollywood.
You left him alone, Norman?
A storyHm... All righty.
(chatter, jazz trumpet)
There.
- (shouts) What are they biting on? - Louder!
(laughs)
Yes, they're fine, everybody's fine. They're all fine, Mrs Hatcher.
I'm doing it.
Cast your line into the current.
- Come on! - Shut up!
I think they should put you on church beat.
Hello, Mrs Hatcher.
(gears crunch)
Well, the guy deserved it.
What?
Wonderful. Wouldn't it be?
...leaving the woods to old men and boys.
(Reverend Maclean) "Hath elsewhere it's setting, and cometh from afar:
The look you give when they ask Can you start on Monday?