[The travellers have run into a tribe of Indians, who are obviously Japanese.]
Miller: Can you tell us what tribe this is?
"Indian" Chief: Hmmm... We are... Indians.
Miller: Yes, I see that, but... What Indians?
"Indian" Chief: You don't think we are... Indians?
Miller: No I just-
"Indian" Chief: We have... Teepees...
Miller: I see that, but-
"Indian" Chief: Look... At all these teepees we have. Because... We are... Indians.
Packer: Yeah, they have teepees.
Cyclops: You starin' at my eye?
Cyclops: A Union Army Soldier did this to me in the big one. Any you boys fight for the Union Army?
Miller: Shucks no.
Bell: Shucky dang darn...
Cyclops: So you the boys been killin' all my sheepies with them traps...
Noon: Naw... We just now gots here...
Cyclops: Where you from?
Cyclops: Well, heck, it's good to see some southern boys. It's been a while. [Singing.] Well I wish I was in the land of cotton, old times there are not forgotten, look away, look away, look away... [waits for others to finish.]
Humphrey:... You stupid Yank.
Cyclops: You ain't southern boys!
Noon: I may look tough and mean spirited, but I'm actually sensitive. An artist.
"Indian" girl: That's very interesting.
Noon: I paint. And I sculpt. With my hands...
"Indian" girl: That's very interesting too.
Noon: You have no idea what I'm saying, do you?
"Indian" girl: That's also very interesting.
Packer: So I ran and I ran as fast as I could.
Polly Pry: But you made it to Wyoming, right?
Packer: Yeah, but I probably would've been better off just letting them kill me.
Polly Pry: Why?
Packer: Ever been to Wyoming?
[Cuts to Packer in a large barren field.]
Packer: Uh, hello?
Polly Pry: Oh God! It sounds horrible!