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: So, what do you think? Jessie Burns
: What do I think? I think it's the berries! Norman Maclean
: You do? Jessie Burns
: Yeah, to get away, Chicago. God, it's haven! Norman Maclean
: Have you ever been? Jessie Burns
: No, not anywhere. Helena. Congratulations, Norman! Norman Maclean
: Truth is, I'm not sure I want to leave. Jessie Burns
: Montana? Why? It'll always be here. Norman Maclean
: Not Montana. Jessie Burns
: Then what? WHAT? Norman Maclean
: I'm not sure I want to leave you.
: Dear Jesse, as the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly; not to the music, but something else; some place else; a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been; except a deer; and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.
: If he came back next summer, would you try and help him? Norman Maclean
: If you wanted me to. Jessie Burns
: Well, he's not coming back. Norman Maclean
: Well, at least, he's got friends out there. Jessie Burns
: Who Ronald Coleman? Why is it the people who need the most help... won't take it? Norman Maclean
: I don't know, Jess.
: As I live and breathe. Rawhide
] Buster, here wants to fish. Norman Maclean
: You're late, Neal. Neal Burns
: Yeah, yeah, I didn't get in until late. Paul Maclean
: Well, I didn't get in at all, but I was here. Norman Maclean
: Neil, Paul. Paul, Neil. Paul Maclean
: Neal, in Montana, there's three thing we're never late for: church, work and fishing. Neal Burns
: [introducing Rawhide
] Anywho this is... Paul Maclean
, Norman Maclean
: [in uncaring unison
] We've met.
: Couldn't you find him? Norman Maclean
: The hell with him. Paul Maclean
: Well, I thought we were supposed to help him. Norman Maclean
: How the hell do you help that son of a bitch? Paul Maclean
: By taking him fishing. Norman Maclean
: He doesn't like fishing. He doesn't like Montana and he sure as hell doesn't like me. Paul Maclean
: Well, maybe what he likes is somebody trying to help him.
: I'm in deep trouble. Paul Maclean
: Yep. Want me to come over and protect you?
: My candle burns at both ends; it will not last the night. But ah my foes, and oh my friends - it gives a lovely light.
: The world is full of bastards, the number increasing rapidly the further one gets from Missoula, Montana.