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: Blow me. 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! 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. Grandpa Sam Reaches: Come on up and watch TV. Grandpa Sam Reaches: They broke my TV. 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.