Adam Beach nel ruolo di...
Frank Fencepost
- Bald Cop: Name?
- Frank Fencepost: Frank Fencepost.
- Bald Cop: Address?
- Frank Fencepost: Where do I live?
- Bald Cop: Yeah, where do you live?
- Frank Fencepost: I live where the land meets the sky. Where the eagle and the raven fly free. I live under the sun and the moon.
- Bald Cop: [to Silas] Where do you live?
- Silas Crow: I'm his neighbour.
- Silas Crow: You see that? I offer the crow my last smoke, and he bites me.
- Frank Fencepost: Probably trying to quit.
- Silas Crow: Yeah, I think we broke up.
- Frank Fencepost: This mean she's free?
- [Silas throws something at him]
- Frank Fencepost: Hey! It's this hangover and I still got the morning wood, what can I say?
- Silas Crow: Ah, choosing your animal name. First, you choose your animal, which is your spirit. The animal most like you. For instance, Pete, you are?
- Pete: Ah... Bird.
- Silas Crow: Around the circle, Wendel?
- Wendel: Dog.
- Frank Fencepost: I am the Brown Bear. Silas?
- Silas Crow: I am the Walrus.
- Frank Fencepost: Felix, do you think women are thinking something?
- Bartender: More than you know, Frank. More than you'll ever know.
- Frank Fencepost: I don't know what they want. I don't know what they fucking want. Have you ever noticed, it's like there's some conspiracy with women. You look at them , they look at each other. You know... they're thinking something, right?
- Frank Fencepost: Pin feathers from rare mountain snow eagle. The feathers of flight!
- [presenting Robert with a headdress]
- Robert McVey: Cool.
- Robert McVey: I am the Wolverine! I am the Wolverine! What is that sound? It is a gopher. It is the beaver, those cowardly rodents tremble before me. I am the Wolverine! I rip the throats from my enemy, I paint myself with their blood!
- Frank Fencepost: Where'd you find this guy, he's excellent?
- Silas Crow: He's an animal.
- Robert McVey: I am the Wolverine!
- Frank Fencepost: Now, this is the part where you get your private, secret Indian name. You are Bob! B Bob.
- Silas Crow: Firechief.
- Frank Fencepost: Bob Firechief!
- [all begin dancing around camp fire]
- Robert McVey: The hunt is on!
- [runs through the woods]
- Frank Fencepost: I got my Dad's .22.
- Wendel: McNaughton keeps that .44 in the back of his GTO.
- Frank Fencepost: Coyote, what do you got?
- Robert Coyote: I've got my fucking hands!
- Frank Fencepost: Okay men, round up what you can. We meet at Thompson's Point, first thing in the morning, 7 o'clock.
- Wendel: 7 o'clock?
- Frank Fencepost: 7:30.
- [planning revenge on Clarence]
- Frank Fencepost: 'I'm a dumb, white motherfucking killer who's never had a light on him and I'm too pissed to see.
- [pretending to be Clarence]
- Frank Fencepost: Don't be so hard on yourself Clarence. It's not your fault your brain is the same size as your dick!'