John Quincy Adams:
[to the court] James Madison, Alexander Hamilton, Benjamin Franklin, Thomas Jefferson, George Washington... John Adams. We've long resisted asking you for guidance. Perhaps we have feared in doing so, we might acknowledge that our individuality, which we so, so revere, is not entirely our own. Perhaps we've feared an... an appeal to you might be taken for weakness. But, we've come to understand, finally, that this is not so. We understand now, we've been made to understand, and to embrace the understanding... that who we are *is* who we were. We desperately need your strength and wisdom to triumph over our fears, our prejudices, ourselves. Give us the courage to do what is right. And if it means civil war? Then let it come. And when it does, may it be, finally, the last battle of the American Revolution.
Steele:
Hey goose, you a half-breed too, huh? Part turkey?
Nikki:
Good wordplay there, boss!
Kaltag:
You are the wittiest, you are the drollest, the cleverest, the sharpest, you are the most hilariousest!
Star:
You crack me up! Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha! [gets bonked on the head by Kaltag]
Star:
Ha, ha ha ha ha! Whoopee! [falls down dizzily]
Balto:
Steele, just leave him out of this.
Nikki:
[in the background] Woah-hoah-hoah! Oh yeah.
Steele:
Oh, Balto. [slaps Balto twice with his tail as he turns]
Steele:
I've got a message for your mother. [walks over to Nikki, Kaltag, and Star]
Steele:
RAOOOOOOOOOOOOO! [Nikki, Kaltag, and Star laugh, then howl with Steele]
Steele:
ARRROOOOOOOO!
Steele, Nikki, Kaltag, Star:
ARRROOOOOOOO!
Balto:
RRRRRRRRRRR.
Kaltag:
Hey, Balto! Translate this for me, will ya? Yeah, yeah! [howls]
Star:
Hey, what's wolf for 'Go chase your tail'?
Balto:
RRRRRRR. [Steele, Nikki, Kaltag, and Star see Balto approaching them, growling; they stop howling]
Steele:
Get him. [Nikki, Kaltag, and Star start barking]
Steele:
Get out of here, wolfdog. You better get back to your own pack! [spits on Balto]
Boris:
Maybe it's just fear talking, but I am seeing wisdom in this advice. Maybe we go now, huh? Now! [Steele and the others turn around and kick snow at Balto as Boris pushes him away]
Steele:
Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Kaltag:
I think that Balto's friend has got his feathers ruffled.
Star:
Feathers! Goose! I get it! Ah ha ha ha!
Steele:
[kicks a stone at Balto, knocking him into a pile of junk]
Nikki:
Half wolf in the side pocket there! [laughs]
Kaltag:
He's the most dead center...
Nikki:
Yeah!
Kaltag:
The most on-target, the most down the middle... [gets interrupted by Star]
Star:
He hit him!
Masai:
So where do we start?
Cyrus:
We need to spread the word. We must reach out into every corner. Cross every border and convince, convey our message, our motive. And it must be with respect, not force, that they accept out invitation. As this word spreads and possibility enters the minds of all the city's gangs, then this message, this wisdom will begin to make sense. There's no other way. This is our destiny and this is our will. Now, go let all the gangs know about the truce. Forget no one under our network. No more than nine delegates may attend from any given gang and on this day, I want no action. No soldier will carry a shank, a bat, a stick, a brick or a gun. Now go, Masai and let our troops know what must be done.
