John Singing Rock: Normally, I wait three risings of the sun before I take on a job.
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John Singing Rock: Normally, I wait three risings of the sun before I take on a job.
John Singing Rock: Normally, I wait three risings of the sun before I take on a job.
John Singing Rock: Gitche Manitou? Harry, you don't call Gitche Manitou. He... Harry Erskine: Oh yeah, well, he's going to get a person-to-person call from me... collect!
John Singing Rock: Gitche Manitou, hear me. Hear me and protect me. Harry Erskine: John, look! John Singing Rock: Who are you? Where do you come from? Misquamacus: I am mightier than you. Your medicine is of no consequence. John Singing Rock: What is your name? Misquamacus: My name... Misquamacus. Leave the whites, little brother from the plains. Do not help them... or die. Harry Erskine: John, what's the matter? What... what is it? John Singing Rock: It's Misquamacus. The greatest medicine man of all. He turned rivers, made storms. Mountains rose at his command. No spirit ignored him. No demon denied him. Dr. Jack Hughes: My God! John Singing Rock: Your God won't help you. Nothing in your Christian world will help. Not prayers, not holy water. Not the weight of a thousand of your churches. Harry Erskine: What about that circle of sand? John Singing Rock: He's sure to break it. I only hope it holds him long enough for me to fight him. Harry Erskine: Oh, great. You're gonna play King of the Mountain with that Mixmaster! What about Karen? John Singing Rock: Harry... if I win, she lives. If I lose, believe me... she'll feel less pain than any of us.
Dr. McEvoy: It's not possible. John Singing Rock: Possible? Is that your SCIENCE talking, DOCTOR?
Dr. McEvoy: That was one Hell of an earthquake! John Singing Rock: That was no earthquake... it's the Great Old One. Harry Erskine: Who the Hell is he? John Singing Rock: Devil, Lucifer, Satan, Prince of Darkness, does it really matter?
Dr. Snow: What you have to understand is that the magic of ancient Indian tribes was very, very powerful. They were, in fact, one of the great magical societies of modern times, of pure ethnic occult art. And, er, they were, Dr. Snow: Ugh, this is a mess! They were, er, undiluted with European conceptions and preconceptions. The whole concept of the Indians, the whole concept of life and death and inner space was rolled up in the Indians' demon, the equivalent demon. That demon would be possessed of monstrous, monstrous power! MacArthur: Then what you're saying, Doc, is we're out of luck?
