Crooked Arrows

Joe Logan:
I've translated the plays into Sunaquot. And like the Navajo code talkers in World War II, we'll confuse the hell out of our enemies. You two help with pronunciation, please.

Sammy:
Really? What you have here for V-cut, vagi... Uh, actually kind of means like a woman's... Yeah, you know?

Nadie Logan:
What? Oh my God, Joe, he's right.

Joe Logan:
I got this from a very good source. [referring to Julie's book]

Nadie Logan:
Well, something got lost in translation, like maybe tact.

Crooked Arrow:
Long ago, the Medicine Game was give to the people of the Haudenosaunee to entertain the Creator.

Julie Gifford:
The casino, huh? Figures. Joe Money pimping out his people.

Joe Logan:
Wow, really? You do know that my casino profits paid for your brand new school buildings. So if I'm a pimp, what does that make you?

Ben Logan:
You play redskin to the whites, then white to your people.

Joe Logan:
It's just for show.

Ben Logan:
To show what exactly?

Joe Logan:
Dad, you know why I don't play anymore.

Ben Logan:
I do, and they call it the "medicine game" for a reason. Let it heal you.

Ben Logan:
Is it within my power to assign him a spiritual advisor?

Grandma Logan:
It is most certainly.

Ben Logan:
Good, then I assign you.

Joe Logan:
So, what? You're my babysitter now?

Grandma Logan:
That's how I roll, baby.

Chewy:
Nadie, my wounded lady. Will you marry me? I'm strong, tough and man enough to churn your butter nightly. [joking about her love of poetry]

Crooked Arrow:
The eagle once ruled our skies. And then, one day, he was struck down by the arrow. As he lay dying, the eagle could not understand why. The shaft of the arrow had been feathered by one of his own plumes. We often give our enemies the means to our own defeat. Look inside. Ask your heart. The truth may sleep, but it never dies.

Joe Logan:
...You want to keep the kids late? Even if it means denying them the opportunity to participate in a traditional cultural heritage?

Julie Gifford:
Oh well, maybe I can make it up to them with a field trip to go visit Chief Wampum and his bar dancing waitresses.

Joe Logan:
Speaking of which, we're hiring, if you can dance. And she can, she was a cheerleader. [to the classroom]

Julie Gifford:
And valedictorian, which your coach can't even spell.

Crooked Arrow:
No arrow flies straight. There's nothing wrong with a crooked arrow. As long as it follows its own path, it will find its way.

Joe Logan:
Well, you could help us win. Be a part of the team. Feel the pride. Meet some girls. Hit rich boys as hard as you want? [convincing Maug to play]

Chewy:
How about a lap dance?

Waitress:
You don't have a lap, honey.

Crooked Arrow:
It is said that our loved ones return as birds to watch over us. So for you, Abooksigun, the eagle. May your mother's wings lift you up. [to Joe]

Nadie Logan:
Okay, you hold onto this lead, or I swear I will shove those feathers so far up your asses, you'll fly.

Chewy:
Okay, me first.

Watson:
Arrows won't work against body armor and machine guns.

Jimmy - Silverfoot:
All it takes is one good shot. [as they start the championship game]

Nadie Logan:
You missed on purpose. [referring to his championship game loss]

Joe Logan:
I was tired of winning for them. Felt like I was being used. For three years Coventry cheered every score. They loved me when I was helping them win, but the rest of the school day I was invisible. Julie was the only one who could see me for more than just a poor kid who could play lacrosse. And to her, the Sunaquot were more than some Indians on a reservation, you know? Losing wasn't the problem. I dishonored the game. And I've done it again.

Nadie Logan:
Okay, then fix it.

Joe Logan:
Why do you think I'm here? Let me be your assistant, coach.

Julie Gifford:
So what's this poem about?

Reed:
That smoking hot Indian lady on the butter package.

Julie Gifford:
Yeah, Reed, that's clearly stated in the title, but what else?

Nadie Logan:
That smoking hot Indian lady is a stereotype we Native American women have to overcome. We don't spread easy like butter, we can be tough and strong.

Joe Logan:
All right, yeah, they're bigger than you, faster than you. And they have better facilities and they have more championships. And, yes, they have a better coach than you. But you know what? None of that matters, okay? This game is not about them, this game is not about us. And it's not about the scoreboard. In the ancient game, they didn't keep score. They played to honor the Creator, and so will we. We'll play to honor our ancestors who were buried with their sticks. We will play to honor our grandchildren who will be given sticks when they're born. This game has been in our blood for a thousand years, gentlemen. Today, win or lose, we return lacrosse to our people.

Joe Logan:
Where'd they come from?

Ben Logan:
Smoke signals. [holds his cellphone]

Joe Logan:
All the Haudenosaunee Nations in one spot. I guess this is a home game now, huh?

Ben Logan:
Always was, son. [at the championship game]

Crooked Arrow:
When the first game between the animals ended, the Creator was pleased. And he gave the Medicine Game to the people of the Haudenosaunee. That we may all come together as one and heal each other.