A River Runs Through It

Paul:
As I live and breathe.

Rawhide:
[hungover] Buster here wants to fish.

Norman:
You're late, Neal.

Neal Burns:
Yeah, yeah, I didn't get in until late.

Paul:
Well, I didn't get in at all but I was here.

Norman:
Neal, Paul. Paul, Neal.

Paul:
Neal, in Montana there's three things we're never late for: church, work and fishing.

Neal:
Anywho, this is... [introducing Rawhide]

Paul and Norman:
[in uncaring unison] We've met.

Paul:
Couldn't you find him?

Norman:
The hell with him.

Paul:
Well, I thought we were supposed to help him.

Norman:
How the hell do you help that son of a b*tch?

Paul:
By taking him fishing.

Norman:
He doesn't like fishing. He doesn't like Montana and he sure as hell doesn't like me.

Paul:
Well, maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him.

Paul:
Hello, Jess.

Jessie:
Hey, Paul.

Paul:
How's your brother?

Jessie:
You both left him alone.

Paul:
Well, I'm sorry about that. That was my fault.

Jessie:
Well, you're not forgiven.

Paul:
Was Norman forgiven?

Jessie:
Norman's not funny.

Jessie:
If he came back next summer, would you try and help him?

Norman:
If you wanted me to.

Jessie:
Well he's not coming back.

Norman:
Well, at least he's got friends out there.

Jessie:
Who Ronald Coleman? Why is it the people who need the most help... won't take it?

Norman:
I don't know Jess.

Norman:
So, what do you think?

Jessie:
What do I think? I think it's the berries!

Norman:
You do?

Jessie:
Yeah, to get away, Chicago, God it's haven.

Norman:
Have you ever been?

Jessie:
No, not anywhere. Helena. Congratulations Norman!

Norman:
Truth is, I'm not sure I want to leave.

Jessie:
Montana? Why? It'll always be here.

Norman:
Not Montana.

Jessie:
Then what? WHAT?

Norman:
I'm not sure I want to leave you.