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Start: Has he been feedin� you this crappola, too? Don’t you be startin� that foolishness. That Spooky Lacroix’s so full of s!#& he wouldn’t know a two thousand year-old Egyptian Sphinxter if he came face to face with one. He’s just preachifyin� at you because you’re the one person on this reserve who can’t argue back.

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End: Thank god, you survived, Dickie Bird Halked, thank god, seventeen years later you’re sittin� here smack-dab in front of me, hail and hearty as cake. Except for your tongue.

For full extended monologue, please refer to clips or the script edition cited here: Tomson Highway, Dry Lips Oughta Move to Kapuskasing, 1989, pp. 57 - 58.