This isn’t the junior chamber of commerce, Brad.
It makes no difference, it don’t make any difference to me what a man does for a living, you understand.
Hey, you weasels! Let me outta here, will ya?! Come on, I gotta make a living!
He say “goood idea.”
Tell him I’m eating.
Food, glorious food!
Please stay at the party. Let’s have a wonderful time.
Wednesday: Wait!
Amanda: What?
Wednesday: We cannot break bread with you.
Amanda: Huh? Becky, what’s going on?
Becky: [whispered] Wednesday!
Wednesday: You have taken the land which is rightfully ours. Years from now my people will be forced to live in mobile homes on reservations. Your people will wear cardigans, and drink highballs. We will sell our bracelets by the road sides. You will play golf and enjoy hot hors d’oeuvres. My people will have pain and degradation. Your people will have stick shifts. The gods of my tribe have spoken. They have said, “Do not trust the Pilgrims. Especially Sarah Miller.”
Amanda: Gary, she’s changing the words.
Wednesday: And for all these reasons I have decided to scalp you and burn your village to the ground.
“Dear Lord, thank you for this Thanksgiving holiday, and for all the material possessions that we have and enjoy. And for letting us white people kill all the Indians and steal their tribal lands and stuff ourselves like pigs. . .”
There is an endless supply of white men. There has always been a limited number of human beings.
A person is smart. People are dumb, panicky, dangerous animals, and you know it!
To call you stupid would be an insult to stupid people!
I can see I’m going to have trouble with you.
Oh, you know, same old Ethan.
It’s good old reliable Nathan, Nathan, Nathan, Nathan Detroit!
And there I was, nicely passing out the whiskey
But the passengers were bound to resist
We’re coming, we’re coming, our brave little band
On the right side of temp’rance we do take our stand.
We don’t use tobacco, because we do think
That the people who use it are likely to drink
Mister, I’ve been converted five times. Billy Sunday, Reverend Biederwolf, Gypsy Smith, and twice by Sister Falconer. I get terrible drunk, and then I get good and saved. Both of them done me a powerful lot of good - gettin’ drunk and gettin’ saved. Well, good night.
Didn’t you used to be Eddie Valiant? Or did you change your name to Jack Daniels?
Her name’s Christine.