Paul Maclean: 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.
Jessie Burns: 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.
Norman Maclean: 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.