Hawkeye and the Last of the Mohicans

[refusing to trade liquor for pelts]

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
In hunting and trapping, a man must learn to take the bad with the good. Some seasons you get plenty of furs; others aren't so good. This is never good for the Indian.

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Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
Don't shoot! I surrender!

Mrs. Cutler:
Nat! I might have know it was you. Nobody else could hit that iron from across the clearing. Chingachgook, welcome to my home again!

Chingachgook:
Greetings to the mother of Hawkeye.

Chingachgook:
Red man never carries tommyhawk or knife that belongs to enemy - bad medicine.

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
Well, I'm going to carry it and the bad luck will be his!

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Colonel Thorne:
I wish to offer you, Hawkeye, the post of Chief of Scouts with the rank of Captain.

Captain West:
You would honor the service by accepting.

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
That's a real compliment, Colonel, but I reckon me and army regulations, we just don't get along somehow. Besides, Chingachgook and I were planning on heading out for some new hunting grounds west of the Big Smoky Mountains, where the grass is tall and green and there aren't any wars going on. Thanks anyhow. Goodbye.

Marion Thorne:
Hawkeye, it's always like that on the other side of the mountain - until you're there.

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
Seems that way, ma'am, but it doesn't stop a fellow from wanting to find out for himself.

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Blackfoot:
Why we wait?

Sarge Kronen:
If you want to catch a pigeon, Blackfoot, you make sure he's in the trap.

[discussing a large fire in the distance]

Chingachgook:
It is paleface fire - black smoke from green wood. Indian not build fire like that.

Capt. Horatio Watkins:
Would you care to ship aboard with us, mateys? We could certainly use a couple of good hands like you.

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
No, I reckon not, Captain.

Chingachgook:
No, cannot paddle canoe on dry land. Hawkeye and me want to find new rivers, new lakes - only way to be happy.

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Capt. Horatio Watkins:
I can say for all you've done for us is, may you have happy sailings wherever you go.

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[Chingachgook spots a feather hanging over the path he and Hawkeye are walking]

Chingachgook:
Feather of Nocona, chief of the Mingo tribe. Feather say, "white man not welcome".

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
Well, I guess this bears out the rumors we had back at the fort about the Mingos wanting to go back on the warpath.

Chingachgook:
Chief warn white man: stay away!

Nat 'Hawkeye' Cutler:
I came out here to see Chief Nocona and find out why he's breaking the treaty, and no feather is going to stop me!