This ain't the Washite River, General, and them ain't helpless women and children waiting for you.
You don't know when you're licked!
Licked? I'm not licked. I'm tarred and feathered, that's all.
Most scenes together: Jack Crabb & Old Lodge Skins (3)
This ain't the Washite River, General, and them ain't helpless women and children waiting for you.
You don't know when you're licked!
Licked? I'm not licked. I'm tarred and feathered, that's all.
Bartender [after Wild Bill Hickok had just shot a man who tried to kill him]: Did you know the man, Bill?
Never saw the gent before.
Mr, Hickcok, that man is really dead!
Got him through the heart and lungs both.
Sold your gunfighter outfit?! Turning in your gun?!
Well, sorry, Caroline.
There ain't nothin' in this world more useless than a gunfighter who can't shoot people!
You came up here to kill me, didn't you? And you lost your nerve. Well, I was correct, in a sense, you are a renegade, but you are no Cheyenne Brave.
Do I hang you? I think not Get out of here.
You're not going to hang me?
Your miserable life is not worth the reversal of a Custer decision.
Well, Jack. Now you know. This is a house of ill fame. And I'm a fallen flower.
That widow hadn't lost her style one bit. A fallen flower. Chokes me up to think about it.
This life is not only wicked and sinful. It isn't even any fun.
I'm Wild Bill Hickok.
Do you hate them? Do you hate the White man now?
Do you see this fine thing? Do you admire the humanity of it? Because the human beings, my son, they believe everything is alive. Not only man and animals, but also water, earth, stone, and also the things from them like that hair. The man from whom this hair came, he's bald on the other side, because I now own his scalp! That is the way things are. But the white man, they believe everything is dead. Stone, earth, animals. And people! Even their own people! If things keep trying to live, white man will rub them out. That is the difference.
General, you go down there.
You're advising me to go into the Coulee?
Yes, sir.
There are no Indians there, I suppose.
I didn't say that. There are thousands of Indians down there. And when they get done with you, there won't be nothing left but a greasy spot. This ain't the Washite River, General, and them ain't helpless women and children waiting for you. They're Cheyenne brave, and Sioux. You go down there if you've got the nerve.
Still trying to outsmart me, aren't you, mule-skinner? You want me to think that you don't want me to go down there, but the subtle truth is you really don't want me to go down there!
What are you so nervous about?
Gettin' shot.
Am I still in this world?
Yes, Grandfather.
I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.
Don't worry my son, you will be back with us, I dreamed it last night. I saw you with your wives.
Wives, Grandfather?
Yes, there were three . . . or four, it was hard to tell. It was very dark in your teepee and they were under buffalo rugs as you crawled among them. Anyway, it was a great copulation.
I have a wife. And four horses.
I have a horse . . . and four wives.
I am, beyond a doubt, the last of the old-timers. My name is Jack Crabb, and I am the sole white survivor of the Battle of Little Big Horn . . . uh, uh . . . popularly known as Custer's Last Stand.
A Custer decision impetuous? Grant called me impetuous, too, the drunkard, sitting there in the White House, calling me impetuous!
Come out and fight! It is a good day to die! Thank you for making me a Human Being! Thank you for helpin' me to become a warrior! Thank you for my victories and for my defeats! Thank you for my vision, and the blindness in which I saw further! You make all things and direct them in their ways, O Grandfather. And now you have decided the Human Beings will soon walk a road that leads nowhere. I am gonna die now, unless death wants to fight. And I ask you for the last time to grant me my old power to make things happen. Take care of my son here. See that he doesn't go crazy.
In a tale told to "Little Big Man" (Jack Crabb) about the legendary "Little Man" (this is actually a famous quotation of the Sioux leader Crazy Horse which has become an expression of absurd willingness and even eagerness to give one's life in the name of one's cause.)