[reaching the Grand Canyon]
Alferd Packer:
Come on, we can just walk around it. It can't be that big.
Alferd Packer:
The sky is blue and all the leaves are green. My heart's as warm as a baked potato. I think I know precisely what I mean, when I say it's a *Shpadoinkle* day!
Alferd Packer:
And then I ran and ran as fast as I could.
Polly Pry:
But you made it out, right?
Alferd Packer:
Yeah, I hid in Wyoming for a while. I should have let them kill me.
Polly Pry:
Why?
Alferd Packer:
You ever been to Wyoming.
[we cut and see Alferd in a deserted field]
Alferd Packer:
Uh, hello?
Polly Pry:
Oh my God! It sounds horrible!
Frank Miller:
[seeing their dinner] You son of a bitch Humphrey.
James Humphrey:
Come on, you haven't even tried it.
[Miller takes a mouthful]
Frank Miller:
You son of a bitch Humphrey.
[singing about Leeann]
Alferd Packer:
Your eyes, your smile, made my little life worthwhile. The sky was a lot more blue when I was on top of you.
James Humphrey:
Hey! You're cutting into his butt!
Frank Miller:
Well what sort of meat do you want?
James Humphrey:
Well not butt!
George Noon:
I know there's more to life then women. I just can't figure out what else there is. I don't need it every night, every morning'd be just fine. A little sex, that's all I'm asking for.
Alferd Packer:
...But that's not the way it happened...
Israel Swan:
If you don't find a nice girl in Colorado, just remember, there's plenty of mountain sheep.
George Noon:
How big of mountain sheep?
James Humphrey:
Fudge, Packer?
[interrupting the trappers' gruesome song about the joys of killing animals]
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:
Oh, stop!
James Humphrey:
That's sick!
Frenchy Cabazon:
I agree! Nutter was singing in the wrong key!
Preston Nutter:
No I wasn't! It was Loutzenheiser! I was singing in E flat minor.
Frenchy Cabazon:
The SONG'S in F sharp major!
Shannon Bell:
I think they're the same thing. I mean, E flat is the relative major of F sharp.
Frenchy Cabazon:
No it isn't! The relative minor is three half-tones DOWN from the major, not up!
George Noon:
No, it's three down. Like A is the relative minor of C major.
O.D. Loutzenheiser:
But isn't A sharp in C major?
Shannon Bell:
Wait, are you singing mixolydian scales or something?
Frenchy Cabazon:
A sharp is tonic to C major! It's the sixth!
James Humphrey:
No it isn't!
Israel Swan:
Well, it would be like a raised 13th if anything.
Frank Miller:
A horse is a horse.
James Humphrey:
Of course.
Alferd Packer:
Of course.
Frank Miller:
What part do we eat?
James Humphrey:
Well, you're the butcher.
Frank Miller:
Yeah, but...
James Humphrey:
So, butch!
James Humphrey:
can't think, can't move can't speak in complete sentences.
[singing]
Israel Swan:
Maybe we'll all get really sick. And maybe we'll all die... Sooooooooooooo, let's build a snowman
[about his horse, Leann]
Alferd Packer:
She didn't just take off. We're friends, and friends don't just take off.
[mocking Alferd Packer not explaining the Colorado River beforehand]
James Humphrey:
'Are there any more big rivers between here and Breckenridge?' 'Oh no, just the Colorado!' THE BIGGEST FUCKING RIVER I'VE SEEN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
[after finding his companions slain]
Alferd Packer:
Okay, what are you guys doing?
[after Swan has been shot]
George Noon:
He's dead!
James Humphrey:
Well no kidding he's dead. His brains are lying in the snow.
[after spotting a sheep, George Noon starts unzipping his pants]
Alferd Packer:
No, to eat.
George Noon:
I know, I gotta take a piss!
Frank Miller:
God you guys make me sick. What is this, a fucking feel good convention?
Shannon Bell:
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Listen, we have a long journey ahead of us. Its important we all get along. Now, you're hurting people's feelings. Your gunna have to find a more constructive way to express your anger.
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Frank Miller:
Okay. Well, fuck you! How's that for constructive?
Shannon Bell:
That's great, now go to time out Mister.
French:
I can catch a helpless animal, skin it with my bare hands. I wake up muddy, and I go to bed bloody, 'cause I'm a trappin' man. I can brave the nastiest weather.
Trappers:
Weather!
French:
Even if it's 80 below.
Trappers:
Below!
French:
My pa was an elephant, but that's irrelevant. My ma was an Eskimo. I eat rabbits' heads for breakfast.
Trappers:
Breakfast!
French:
With beaver butt on the side.
Trappers:
The side!
French:
My mind's magnificent and my body no different. I'm full of trapper pride! Yo-ho!
Trappers:
Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
French:
Rip their fur, cut their skin with my knife. Yo-ho!
Trappers:
Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
French:
One thing's for sure, there's nothing like a trappin' life! I'm badder than the baddest sailor!
Trappers:
Sailor!
French:
I make love to women to 10 feet tall.
Trappers:
Good lord!
French:
I've got a chest of wonder and balls of thunder. I can break right through a wall. I love the sound of metal,
Trappers:
Metal!
French:
Snapping on an animal's head.
Trappers:
Ka-chink!
French:
Sometimes they scamper, sometimes they whimper, but they always end up dead.
Nutter:
I've always wanted to be somebody who didn't get pushed around. Now that I'm a trapper, I'm the meanest guy around.
Frenchy:
Second meanest! The blood of a fresh-cut rodent is as sweet as brandy wine. And the brain of an antelope tastes like cantaloupe. What a yummy life! Yo-ho!
Trappers:
Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
Frenchy:
Rip their fur, cut their eyes out with my knife. Yo-ho!
Trappers:
Yo-ho! Yo-ho!
[Noon is trying to flirt with an Indian girl]
George Noon:
I may look tough and mean-spirited but I'm really a sensitive artist.
Indian Girl:
That's very interesting.
George Noon:
I paint, and I sculpt with my hands.
Indian Girl:
That's very interesting too.
George Noon:
You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
Indian Girl:
That's very interesting.
Indian Chief:
[talks in Japanese]
James Humphrey:
He said...
Indian Chief:
Who are you assholes?
James Humphrey:
Oh, he speaks English.
Shannon Bell:
We are from Utah.
Indian Chief:
Utah?
[Bell holds out the Mormon Bible]
Indian Chief:
Ah, Utah.
Shannon Bell:
Can you tell us what tribe this is?
Indian Chief:
We are Indians.
Shannon Bell:
Yes... I can see that, but can you tell us...
Indian Chief:
You don't believe we are Indians?
Shannon Bell:
No, all...
Indian Chief:
We have teepees!
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Shannon Bell:
Yes, I see, but...
Indian Chief:
Look at all these teepees we have... Because, we are...
[looks at companion and folds arms]
Indian Chief:
Indians!
Israel Swan:
Let's build a snowman! We can make him our best friend. We can name him Tom or we can name him George! We can make him tall, or we can make him not so tall. Snowman! He'll have a happy face, a happy smile, a happy point of view. If you build me a snowman, then I'll build one for you. So, let's build a snowman! We can make him our best friend. We can name him Bob or we can name him Beowulf! We can make him tall, or we can make him not so tall. Snowman! Hey! He'll have a happy face, a happy smile, a happy point of view. If you build me a snowman, then I'll build one for you. Snowman! Snowman! Snowman!
Shannon Bell:
Trials and tribulations, that's what life's all about! Now are we gonna let this one little thing keep us from fulfilling our dreams?
Miners:
Yes!
Shannon Bell:
Oh, come on now. We've gotta be strong, don't we?
Miners:
No!
James Humphrey:
Oh, gosh, I never thought I'd be sleeping next to a naked man on this trip.
George Noon:
Just do what I'm doing. Just pretend like you're laying next to a nice soft woman.
Frank Miller:
*What*?
George Noon:
I'm just imagining old Mr. Miller here as a nice tall blonde.
Frank Miller:
Oh, goddamn it! I want another partner!
Polly Pry:
How are you doing?
Alferd Packer:
How am I doing? Have you ever been sitting around waiting to die?
Polly Pry:
Yes! I have as a matter of fact!
Alferd Packer:
When?
Polly Pry:
Well alright, I've never really...
James Humphrey:
Excuse me. I've been doing some thinking. Ummm... just kind of looking at our situation here, and I've come to the conclusion that we're completely fucked! Has anybody else made this discovery?
Sheriff Amos Wall of Saguache:
Alferd Packer, any last words?
Alferd Packer:
Yes.
Sheriff Amos Wall of Saguache:
[sighs] Oh well, make it quick.
Alferd Packer:
Probably the most important thing is that when things get really bad and the world looks its darkest, you just have to throw up your hands and say "Well, alright!" cause it's probably gonna get a whole hell of a lot worse.
Sheriff Amos Wall of Saguache:
Jolly good! Now let's get on with the hanging!
James Humphrey:
Wait, you guys. Let me talk to them. I know how to speak Indian.
Shannon Bell:
We're gonna die.
James Humphrey:
Weep-wah, weep-wah, surro no happo?
Tomomi:
Nani itto n jaa, omee?
[What the heck are you saying?]
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:
He says, "Welcome to the land of blue light."
[Humphrey simultaneously signs "Jesus Christ is dead."]
Tomomi:
Omai wa sono uchi, sakana to ishoo ni onemu suru koto ni naru, zo!
[Keep it up and you'll be sleeping with the fishes, see?]
James Humphrey:
I am a carpenter, and this is my brother, Tom.
The Cyclops:
Well, damn! It's good to see some Southern boys! It's been a long time!
[sings]
The Cyclops:
Oh, I wish I were in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten, look away! Look away! Look Awaaaay...
[waits for other to finish]
James Humphrey:
...You stupid yank!
James Humphrey:
Oookay... We, we could take our wheelbarrow, build it into a little boat, and then we ride it across, and then build it back into a wheelbarrow again!
George Noon:
How deep do you think it is?
Alferd Packer:
[throws rock in and everybody stares at the splash site for a few seconds]
Frank Miller:
Well, what the hell was that supposed to prove?
Alferd Packer:
Well, s-s... what... I don't know.
[Alferd Packer is at the courthouse, waiting for the verdict]
Judge Melville B. Jerry:
The defendant will rise.
[Packer rises]
Judge Melville B. Jerry:
Alferd Packer, a jury of twelve honest citizens have sat in judgment on your case and have found you... guilty.
[the courtroom buzzes with quiet chatter about the verdict]
Judge Melville B. Jerry:
Alferd Packer, the judgment of this court is that you be removed from hence to the jail of Hinsdale County, and then be taken to a place of execution prepared for this purpose, within the limits of the town of Lake City, and then and there be hung by the neck until you are dead, dead, dead.
[Packer is aghast at this]
Judge Melville B. Jerry:
[smiling] And may God have mercy on your soul.
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