Nicole: "Let's talk about Keylela. She was always canoeing out too far, and the elders warned her, but she didn't listen, so she drowned. And now when things sound spooky in this graveyard, that's her begging for forgiveness. So the elders will let her come back home."
Linden: "I have trouble with symbolic language sometimes, it's in my file. Is she Rosie, or am I Keylela? Are you the Keylela in this story? I mean, is this a warning, or a clue, or...?"
Nicole: "It's a lie. She was just some girl who was like nine or ten, that got lost and wandered off our land. They found her a week later, beaten and tied to a tree. A warning from the white man."
(Thugs suddenly appear from all sides, I guess because of those magic powers all Indians have.)
Linden: "I'm a cop. Also, I'm not a white man. Also, I am trying to keep girls from getting things like beaten and tied to trees..."
Nicole: "I was just trying to freak you out, but we will totally kill you if we feel like it. You should stay off our land. The invisibility of minorities works both ways."
Linden: "What a depressing thought."
Stan: "Oh for Chrissake. All I want to do is get hammered and maybe make out with my sister some more, and you fuckers just keep showing up..."
Darren: "I just wheeled myself over here to apologize for how gross Gwen is, and tell you I'm sorry about your dead daughter. You and I both -- now -- know that deal was a lie, and I'm sorry about that too."
Stan: "I guess I'm sorry about the use of your legs, to a certain extent, but to be honest I'm mostly still concentrating on my own grief. They evicted her stuff from her locker today and it just made me feel like one more place on earth that she was dead. Soon, nobody will remember her at all and then I will be alone."
Darren: "So make them care about her! Trust me, I still basically only want to talk about my dead wife, it's real irritating for everybody. Commandeer my presser with your narcissism and indict the whole world for not caring about your specific needs..."
Stan: "Don't say 'presser,' okay? It makes me want to stick a fork in your leg."
Darren: "I did that this morning, before Jamie woke up. Won't help."
Holder chills in this totally gross bar where the hookers are all at. Finally this wild-looking super-witchy old lady runs up, having been tipped off that apparently there is a meth-head wigger in the bar who is looking for sexual assignations with the elderly and also, as we'll see, aggressive young men. Or whatever, I don't know how this all goes down.