Richard Yellow Hawk: Well, well, well, the Washington Redskin.
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.
Jimmy Looks Twice: Sometimes they have to kill us. They have to kill us, because they can't break our spirit.
Frank Coutelle: I know more about the law and the history out here than the people themselves. Let me tell you, I feel for them. They're a proud people. But they're also a conquered people. That means their future is dictated by the nation that conquered them. Rightly or wrongly, that's the way it works, down through history.
Frank Coutelle: [pointing out the squalid conditions on the reservation] Look at this, we got the Third World smack dab in the heart of America. Hard to believe, huh? It used to be all theirs, clear on up into Canada. This is what they got left with.
Ray Levoi: Jesus.
Richard Yellow Hawk: You better watch yourself pal, I'm the FBI round here. Full blooded Indian.
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!"
Ray Levoi: She can explain to me about shape-shifting, and I can explain to her about the airplane.
Maggie Eagle Bear: You asshole!
Frank Coutelle: [shouting into CB Radio] Officer down! Officer down!
FBI Agent: Has the officer been shot? Over.
Frank Coutelle: [shouting] No, the officer's been bit by a fuckin' badger!
Ray Levoi: 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.
Walter Crow Horse: Raymond Levoi-Little Wiener, Federal Bureau of Interpretation. You snuck up on me like a real city Indian!
Jimmy Looks Twice: We choose the right to be who we are. We know the difference between the reality of freedom and the illusion of freedom. There is a way to live with the earth and a way not to live with the earth. We choose the way of earth. It's about power, Ray.
William Dawes: [Authoritatively to Levoi] It's a sensitive operation. I want it closed in three days!
Ray Levoi: [Rhetorically, looking at the poverty of the reservation] Where the hell did they send us?
Frank Coutelle: A long way from home, Ray.