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Walter Crow Horse
: License and registration? Ray Levoi
: Kiss my ass. Walter Crow Horse
: Hey, this is *my* jurisdiction now. And you were going 59 in a 55 zone. Ray Levoi
: Let me see the radar. Walter Crow Horse
: I don't need no radar, I can tell! I just listen to the wind; it said, "Fifty-nine, nail 'im!"
Grandpa Sam Reaches
: Knock it off! Knock it off! You remind me of a couple of old women! Ray Levoi
: He speaks English? Walter Crow Horse
: Yeah, only when he's really pissed off.
: Just before they caught Jimmy, I had a dream. I was running with other indians at the "Wounded Knee Cemetery". I was shot in the back. Walter Crow Horse
: You were running with the old ones at The Knee? Ray Levoi
: It was just a dream. Walter Crow Horse
: Who the hell are you, man? Ray Levoi
: What do you mean? Walter Crow Horse
: You had yourself a vision. A man waits a long time to have a vision, and he may go his whole life without having one. Then along comes some instant indian with a fucking Rolex and a brand new pair of shoes. A God damn FBI to top it all off, has himself a vision. Walter Crow Horse
: Oh, maybe it was just one of them, what do you call them? "Fitful dreams." Ray Levoi
: Yeah, fitful dreams. Walter Crow Horse
: Fitful dreams, horse shit! You had yourself a vision! Ray Levoi
: What the hell do you want me to do? Walter Crow Horse
: Whoa! Stop! Walter Crow Horse
: [They arrive at Red Deer Table
] There it is, man. Red Deer Table.
: Crow Horse, fuck you. Walter Crow Horse
: You'd love to.
Walter Crow Horse
: Raymond Levoi-Little Wiener, Federal Bureau of Interpretation. You snuck up on me like a real city Indian!