Billy Jack (1971)
[Billy Jack is surrounded by Posner's thugs]
Mr. Posner: You really think those Green Beret Karate tricks are gonna help you against all these boys?
Billy Jack: Well, it doesn't look to me like I really have any choice now, does it?
Mr. Posner: [laughing] That's right, you don't.
Billy Jack: You know what I think I'm gonna do then? Just for the hell of it?
Mr. Posner: Tell me.
Billy Jack: I'm gonna take this right foot, and I'm gonna whop you on that side of your face...
[points to Posner's right cheek]
Billy Jack: ...and you wanna know something? There's not a damn thing you're gonna be able to do about it.
Mr. Posner: Really?
Billy Jack: Really.
[kicks Posner's right cheek, sending him to the ground]
Billy Jack: Bernard, I want you to know... that I try. When Jean and the kids at the school tell me that I'm supposed to control my violent temper, and be passive and nonviolent like they are, I try. I really try. Though when I see this girl... of such a beautiful spirit... so degraded... and this boy... that I love... sprawled out by this big ape here... and this little girl, who is so special to us we call her "God's little gift of sunshine"... and I think of the number of years that she's going to have to carry in her memory... the savagery of this idiotic moment of yours... I just go BERSERK!
Billy Jack: Now, which is it gonna be: drive your car in the lake or get a dislocated elbow?
Mr. Posner: You're makin' a mistake.
Billy Jack: I've made 'em before.
Mr. Posner: Why did you read it?
Councilman: Were you taught this in school?
Drama Teacher: [shouts from audience] Because her brain has been damaged by the heathen devil weed, marijuana!
Billy Jack: Being an Indian is not a matter of blood... it's a way of life.
Jean: You just can't keep making your own laws. There's got to be one set of laws fair for everyone, including you.
Billy Jack: That's fine. When that set of laws is applied to everyone, then I'll turn the other cheek too.
Jean: There's got to be a better way to change those people.
Billy Jack: CHANGE those people? You worked with King, didn't you?
Billy Jack: Where is he?
Billy Jack: And where's Bob and Jack Kennedy?
Billy Jack: Not "dead", their brains blown out! Because YOUR people wouldn't even put the same controls on their guns as they do on their dogs, their bicycles, their cats, and their automobiles.
Jean: We'll go someplace else, someplace were it doesn't have to be like this.
Billy Jack: Oh, really? Tell me, where is that place? Where is it? In what remote corner of this country-no-entire goddamn planet is there a place were men really care about one another and really love each other? Now, you tell me were such a place is, and I promise you that I'll never hurt another human being as long as I live.
Billy Jack: Just one place!
Billy Jack: You're illegally on Indian land.
Mr. Posner: I'm sorry about that. I guess we just got caught up in the chase and crossed over without knowing it.
Billy Jack: You're a liar.
Mr. Posner: We got the law here, Billy Jack.
Billy Jack: When policemen break the law, then there isn't any law - just a fight for survival.
Billy Jack: [giggling] I can't believe it. I really can't believe this guy. Can you believe it?
Jean: Not really, no.
Billy Jack: You know what he reminds me of?
Billy Jack: A little monkey. Posner's little monkey, runnin' around tryin' to get in all the bananas. Get your blouse and get outa' here.
Girl: Will you look?
Billy Jack: [scoffs] Probably. Get your blouse.
Councilman: When was the last time you cut your hair?
Drama Teacher: When was the time you brushed your teeth, sir?
[the deputy is holding one of the school's girls at gunpoint as Billy Jack approaches]
Deputy: Now you drop that gun or I'll shoot her!
Deputy: [long pause] I'm not gonna ask you again.
Billy Jack: You won't have to.
Billy Jack: I said shoot her.
Deputy: [cocks revolver] You'd kill her? just like that?
Billy Jack: [shakes his head] You'll kill her.
[points his rifle]
Billy Jack: And then I'll kill you. Just like that.
Cindy: I pray Billy kills him!
Jean: You mustn't tell Billy, Cindy.
Cindy: Why not?
Jean: Because he will kill him.
Cindy: DAMN YOUR PACIFISM!
Bernard: Howdy! My name is Bernard Posner.
Cindy: Oh, really?
Cindy: Is that supposed to mean something?
Bernard: Around these parts, you hear the name Posner quite a bit.
Cindy: That's very interesting. You know, you hear my name quite a bit, and not just around here either.
Bernard: No foolin'? What's your name?
Bernard: Up? Huh-huh, that's an odd name. What's your last name?
Cindy: Yours. Up yours!
Billy Jack: It's funny, isn't it? Only the white man wants everything put in writing. And only then so he can use it against you in court. You know, among the Indians a promise is good enough.
Billy Jack: Martin, do you know what mental toughness is? Well, mental toughness is the ability to accept the fact that you're human and that you're going to make mistakes - lots of 'em - all your life. And some of them are gonna hurt people that you love very badly. But you have the guts to accept the fact that you ain't perfect. And you don't let your mistakes crush you and keep you from doing the very best that you can.
Jean: So easy for you to die dramatically! It's a hell of a lot tougher for those of us who have to keep on trying!
Barbara: What is the snake ceremony?
Jean Roberts: A ceremony where Billy becomes brother to a snake.
Barbara: How does he do that?
Jean Roberts: By going on the mountain and being bitten by the snake over and over. Then he passes into unconsciousness for the last time. And if he lives, he has a vision. And in this vision, he finds out what his life's mission will be and who the spirit will be to guide him on this mission.
Cindy: Hey! Why isnt anybody going in?
Martin: They're afraid to go in.
Martin: Indians aren't allowed in some of the stores here.
Cindy: What do you mean "not allowed"? I don't see a sign.
Kit: Indians don't need a sign, they know damn well where they're not wanted.
Cindy: Then why are you going in?
Kit: 'Cause I like ice cream.
Jean Roberts: He's still in the rapture of the vision. A great Indian holy man, Wovoka, is speaking through him.
Barbara: You mean they had holy men, like saints?
Jean Roberts: They sure did! And Wovoka was one of the greatest. Once even Christ appeared to him.
Bernard: Hey hold a minute! Hold a minute! Come on, you guys! There's no need for all this violence! I mean, it's a simple problem, really! Harry, look, I know you worked hard to own your own store, and you feel you should have a right to serve whoever you want to. Right?
Bernard: OK! Well if little Miss Up Yours here feels that - if she wants you to serve her nonwhite friends, well you damned well better serve her nonwhite friends. That doesn't sound like an *insurmountable* problem. Hey hey Dinosaur, bring me some of that flour over there. The simple solution is simply to make Miss Up Yours' nonwhite friends: white!
[pours flour on the head of one the Indian girls]
Billy Jack: How old are you?
Girl in bed: Thirteen.
Billy Jack: Get out.
Sheriff Cole: Hey Mike.
Sheriff Cole: How much are the dog food companies paying for mustang meat now?
Deputy: Six cents a pound. Why?
Sheriff Cole: Oh nothin'. I was just wondering if Barbara would think it was worth it.
Jean: I know I've never said it to you, but I think you know. I love you.
Billy Jack: I think you know, too.
Jean: What about Barbara?
Billy Jack: It's up to her to decide.
Jean: Barbara, will you go out with me?
Barbara: May I ask why?
Barbara: From the day I was born until this moment, and every second in between, life has been one big shit brick. I just can't take it anymore. From the way things are going, well as Indians say, "Today's as good as any to die."
Jean: You've taught her well.
Billy Jack: An Indian isn't afraid to die. Don't ever expect the white man to understand that.
Jean: I understand it. That's good for an Indian.
Billy Jack: Like the old man said: Being an Indian is not a matter of blood, it's a way of life.
Jean: I understand that, too. But she's a 15-year-old child who worships the ground you walk on. And now she's gonna die needlessly because you haven't got the guts to control your temper. It's so easy for you to die dramatically. It's a hell of a lot tougher for those of us who have to keep on trying.
Billy Jack: It's funny, isn't it? Only the white man wants everything put in writing, and only then so he can use it against you in court. You know, among the Indians a promise is good enough. As far as I can tell, Washington entered into 3,500 treaties with the Indians to date, and they've broken about 3,499 of 'em.
Sheriff Cole: Jean, they wanna know where Billy is.
Jean: Who ever knows where Billy is?
Sheriff Cole: Well, you must have some way of getting in touch with him when you need him for emergencies.
Jean: Whenever we want Billy, we just contact him Indian style.
Sheriff Cole: What does that mean?
Jean: We just want him and somehow he shows up!
Barbara: How come you never tried to lay me?
Martin: That's a stupid question.
Barbara: Don't cover up. Are you afraid of me?
Martin: No, I'm not afraid of you.
Barbara: Then what? Wasn't I good enough for you? I heard all Indian boys want to go to bed with white girls.
Martin: Don't believe *everything* you hear.
Barbara: I *know* you want to. I can tell. How come you never tried?
Martin: 'Cause you've always been an anybody's.
Barbara: What's an anybody's?
Martin: An anybody's is someone who puts out so she can get dates to be accepted. I want you to experience the fact that I don't love you because you'll give me some sex. I love you for yourself and for what you are. You see, you're a very soft and beautiful person. And I love you very much.
Bernard: Tell me, Dinosaur: Why is it when a guy hates his old man as much as I do, he'll still keep tryin' to do that one thing he'll be proud of?
Barbershop customer: Hey Cole, when you gonna do somethin' about those long-haired weirdos - before or after they start burnin' their draft cards?
Barber: Naw, he's waitin' for some of *our* kids start goin' out there and smokin' pot, ain't ya, Cole?
Sheriff Cole: Nope. Soon as I finish my shine I'm goin' outside and shoot three or four of 'em, show 'em who's boss.
Deputy: Alright. Where's the father?
Barbara: *Where's* the father? That's funny! I don't even know who the father *is*!
Deputy: What's *that* supposed to mean?
Barbara: It means, concerned father, that I was passed around by so many of those phony maharishi types, who kept telling me that love is beautiful and all of that bullshit - In other words, concerned father, I got balled by so many guys, I don't know if the father's gonna be white, Indian, Mexican, or *black*.