Francis: I have fasted, I have meditated, I got frostbite spending a night in the wilderness! I just want to know what to do. What am I missing? Oh, look, there's a wolf. What's that? Loyalty. Eagle. OK, insight... Insight... ANd the frog is bug-eating! What does that have to do with anything? Please just give me a sign or a signal, or something! [a man kicks the door down] Oh, my God!
Native American Man: Are you the dirtbag that took my pole?
Francis: Huh?
Native American Man: It's my pole. I want it back.
Francis: Oh, of course! I'm so sorry. Look, I didn't take it. Please, I'm going crazy. Can you tell me what it means?
Native American Man: Well, if I hit it, it means I'm five inches away from the back of my carport.
Francis: What, you use this as a wheel-stop? This beautiful, sacred thing?
Native American Man: Sacred? It's a decoration. You know, like a coat of arms or a storybook. It's a pretty chunk of wood that my kids helped me carve on a nice Saturday afternoon.
Francis: But you can't tell me you can't feel the energy!
Native American Man: You white boys are all the same. I've got dark skin, so I must dance with the bears and listen to the spirit of the wind. I got news for you - I work for a living. I'm a Baptist, and I'm proud of it.
Francis: Are you sure?
Native American Man: And by the way, I have only one word for snow... snow!