Northern Exposure1990

One-Who-Waits:
When the men of the tribe brought you up here, you were three years old.

Ed Chigliak:
Was there a dog?

One-Who-Waits:
A dog? I don't know. There might have been a dog

Ed Chigliak:
I remember sitting in the sunshine and a dog sticking his nose in my face. I really liked that. That could have been here.

One-Who-Waits:
Each man told you a story of the tribe. A history. They didn't expect you to remember everything. They just wanted you to hear the words. And when they finished, they picked you up and handed you man to man so that you would know each one of them was your father. Do you remember? [Ed thinks and sighs to signify he does not] Those are your stories. And those men are your fathers.

Ed Chigliak:
Are we getting anywhere here?

One-Who-Waits:
Oh, yes.