- 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: My name is Silas Crow. I'm 18-years-old. For a year, me and Frank Fencepost been trying to get into this mechanic school. First, they tell us we gotta write a story. Something about something we know. Well, for a long time I couldn't find one, I mean, lots of stuff goes on here, but I couldn't see it as stuff you'd write down.
- Silas Crow: I think you're looking pretty good for three years in the pen.
- Gooch: It's a fucking health spa.
- Silas Crow: You see that? I offer the crow my last smoke, and he bites me.
- Frank Fencepost: Probably trying to quit.
- Poppy: You know, Sadie, sometimes jail is the best thing to keep a man in shape.
- Sadie Maracle: Well, then I guess Silas could use a year or two huh?
- Sadie Maracle: You ask me what I'm gonna do, and I see exactly where this is going. And I don't want who it'll make you be and I don't want who it'll make us be! Not for one more minute! And I don't want how sad and fucked up it already makes me feel!
- [breaking up with Silas]
- 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: Poppy left the next week, she got to be a waitress in Toronto. Frank said he really didn't give a shit, but I know he didn't mean it. Coyote put the books away. He was always getting in fights after that. Sadie, I didn't see much anymore. She got organized about the trial and trying to get more attention for Native issues, and I know that's really good. But it was a long time and I missed her.
- [after Little Margaret's murder]
- 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.
- Sadie Maracle: You know Silas, that story you wrote for your entrance exam is pretty good.
- Silas Crow: Yeah?
- Sadie Maracle: Yeah. But Frank's was wicked! I mean, he should get it published.
- Silas Crow: You really think so?
- Sadie Maracle: Yeah.
- Silas Crow: I think Frank's is the best thing I ever wrote.
- Bartender: I don't want trouble in here. Two things happen to a man in jail. He comes out a killer or he comes out a Christian. Either way, I don't want him in here.
- 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?
- Silas Crow: Up till that day, what was always told about Little Margaret was the funny story of how she got her name. Her family's got 12 kids and I guess at the hospital, her Dad forgot they already had a Margaret, and called her Margaret too. But they won't tell that anymore; Little Margaret's got a different story now. You know, the only other time I saw anyone dead was when Joe Buffalo died. He was in a box and looked like he was sleeping. But Little Margaret was murdered and her eyes were wide open when we found her.
- 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!'
- Clarence Gaskill: Fuck, it's a bitch out man, I'm freezing. Come on man spark that shit up.
- Silas Crow: It's in my boot.
- Clarence Gaskill: Whatya want me to do, light your foot on fire?
- Frank Fencepost: Felix, do you think women are thinking something?
- Bartender: More than you know, Frank. More than you'll ever know.
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