Little Big Man

Old Lodge Skins:
Invisible! I've never been invisible before!

Louise Pendrake:
Well, Jack. Now you know. This is a house of ill fame. And I'm a fallen flower. This life is not only wicked and sinful. It isn't even any fun.

Jack Crabb:
Do you hate them? Do you hate the White man now?

Old Lodge Skins:
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.

Jack Crabb:
Mr. Merriwhether, you don't know when you're licked!

General Custer:
A Custer decision impetuous! GRANT called me impetuous, too. The drunkard. Sitting there in the White House! Calling ME impetuous!

General Custer:
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.

Jack Crabb:
You're not going to hang me.

General Custer:
Your miserable life is not worth the reversal of a Custer decision.

Old Lodge Skins:
Don't worry my son, you will be back with us, I dreamed it last night. I saw you with your wives

Jack Crabb:
Wives, Grandfather?

Old Lodge Skins:
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.

Jack Crabb:
Grandfather, I have a white wife.

Old Lodge Skins:
You do? That's interesting. Does she cook and does she work hard.

Jack Crabb:
Yes, Grandfather.

Old Lodge Skins:
That surprises me. Does she show pleasant enthusiasm when you mount her?

Jack Crabb:
Well sure, Grandfather.

Old Lodge Skins:
That surprises me even more. I tried one of them once, but she didn't show any enthusiasm at all.

Jack Crabb:
General, you go down there.

General Custer:
You're advising me to go into the Coulee?

Jack Crabb:
Yes sir.

General Custer:
There are no Indians there, I suppose.

Jack Crabb:
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 stain. 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, General, if you've got the nerve.

General Custer:
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!

Younger Bear:
I have a wife. And four horses.

Jack Crabb:
I have a horse... and four wives.

General Custer:
Nothing in this world is more surprising than the attack without mercy!

Old Lodge Skins:
Today is a good day to die.

Old Lodge Skins:
There is an endless supply of white men. There has always been a limited number of human beings.

Jack Crabb:
Yes, Grandfather.

Old Lodge Skins:
Does she show pleasant enthusiasm when you mount her?

General Custer:
You think that I 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!

General Custer:
A Custer decision impetuous? GRANT called me impetuous, too, the drunkard, sitting there in the White House, calling ME impetuous!

Jack Crabb:
Might I ask who I are addressin'?

Wild Bill Hickock:
Name's Hickok. Wild Bill Hickok.

Jack Crabb:
Oh, uh, pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Hickok.

Old Lodge Skins:
This boy is no longer a boy. He's a brave. He is little in body, but his heart is big. His name shall be "Little Big Man."

Jack Crabb:
Well, that's too bad; I'm sorry.

Jack Crabb:
All right, what do you want me to do about it?

Younger Bear:
You and I are even at last. I paid you the life I owe you. And the next time we meet, I can kill you without becoming an evil person.

Jack Crabb:
At first sight of an Indian camp, what you think is, "I see their dump. Where's their camp?"

Jack Crabb:
Sure, I'm white. Didn't you hear me say, "God bless George Washington. God bless my mother."? I mean, now what kind of Indian would say a fool thing like that?

Jack Crabb:
She was calling him a devil and moaning for help, but I didn't get no idea she wanted to be rescued.

Caroline Crabb:
Sold your gunfighter outfit? Turning in your gun?

Jack Crabb:
Well, sorry, Caroline.

Caroline Crabb:
There's ain't nothin' in this world more useless than a gunfighter who can't shoot *people*!

Old Lodge Skins:
Let's go back to the teepee and eat, my son. My new snake wife cooks dog very well.

Jack Crabb:
All right, Grandfather.

Old Lodge Skins:
She also has a very soft skin. The only trouble with snake women is they copulate with horses, which makes them strange to me. She say's she doesn't. That's why I call her "Doesn't Like Horses". But, of course, she's lying.

Bartender:
Did you know the man, Bill?

Wild Bill Hickock:
Never laid eyes on the gentleman before.

Jack Crabb:
Mr, Hickcock; that man's really dead!

Wild Bill Hickock:
Yep; got him through the heart and lungs both.

Little Horse:
Come live with me in my tepee, Little Big Man. You can sleep on soft furs and I will be your wife.

Jack Crabb:
I know of a white man who is as brave as any Human Being. His name is General Custer.

Old Lodge Skins:
I have heard that name. What does it mean?

Jack Crabb:
It means 'Long Hair'.

Old Lodge Skins:
Good name.

Jack Crabb:
He became famous in the war of the white men to free the black men.

Old Lodge Skins:
Yes, the "black" white men; I have heard of them. It is said that a "black" white man once became a Human Being. They are a very strange people. Not as ugly as the white man true; but they are just as crazy!

Jack Crabb:
You go down there.

Old Lodge Skins:
Glad to see you too, my son. My heart soars like a hawk. Do you want to eat? I won't eat with you, because I'm gonna' die soon.

Pee pee hurt, time to die.

Jack Crabb:
You don't know when you're licked!

Allardyce T. Meriweather:
Licked? I'm not licked. I'm tarred and feathered, that's all.

Jack Crabb:
[trying to be intimidating, as a gunfighter] Might I ask who I are addressin'?

Wild Bill Hickok:
I'm Wild Bill Hickok.

Jack Crabb:
[suddenly docile] Well, I'm . . . I'm pleased to meet you, I'm sure.

Jack Crabb:
What are you so nervous about?

Wild Bill Hickock:
Gettin' shot.

General Custer:
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.

Jack Crabb:
[voice-over] Custer was right. I was a total failure an injun.

General Custer:
Do I hang you? I think not Get out of here.

Jack Crabb:
You're not going to hang me?

General Custer:
Your miserable life is not worth the reversal of a Custer decision.

Louise Pendrake:
Well, Jack. Now you know. This is a house of ill fame. And I'm a fallen flower.

Jack Crabb:
[voice-over] That widow hadn't lost her style one bit. A fallen flower. Chokes me up to think about it.

Lousie Pendrake:
This life is not only wicked and sinful. It isn't even any fun.

Old Lodge Skins:
Am I still in this world?

Jack Crabb:
Yes, Grandfather.

Old Lodge Skins:
[groans] I was afraid of that. Well, sometimes the magic works. Sometimes, it doesn't.

They’re whittling ya down pretty good, there, Mister Merriweather.

LITTLE BIG MAN TO GRANDFATHER:

Grandfather why are the white men so cruel..???

Grandfather to LITTLE BIG Man:

Because they don't know where the...

CENTER IF THE EARTH IS..!!!

Jack Crabb:
[to the historian] 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.

Jack Crabb:
There was no describing how I felt. An enemy had saved my life by the violent murder of one of my best friends. . . . The world was too ridiculous to even bother to live in.

Old Lodge Skins:
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.

General George Armstrong Custer:
You look like a mule-skinner.

General George Armstrong Custer:
Ulysses S. Grant, a man of great glory, holds me on a pedestal and realizes his own flaws because of my greatness.

The white man doen't believe anything is alive , not the rocks or the water not the trees or even the buffalo . Not even the Human Beings

You think the battle of little big horn, was a- was an adventure? The Battle of Little bighorn wasn't representative of encounters between whites and the Indians Mr Crab. you see, the near genocide of the Indian, The near what? Genocide, - the killing off of an entire people! That's what we did to the Indian. But I don't expect you, an old Indian fighter, to agree with me. YOU TURN THAT THIN ON. I beg your pardon? YOU TURN THAT THING ON AND SHUT UP! Now you just sit there and you learn something. I knowed general George Armstrong Custer for what he was! And I also knowed the Indian for what he was. 100 and 11 years ago my family, in, crossing the Great plains, was wiped out, by a band of wild Indians.