[old woman] Is that my Pocahontas?

My name is Pocahontas.

Where is my daughter?

My bark is worse than my bite.

Hey, look. Is that Smith?

London? Is that your village?

Pocahontas, that tree is talking to me.

But, Grandmother Willow, what is my path?

Pocahontas here is scalpin'us.

Not now, my daughter. The council is gathering.

[ Mrs Jenkins ] Pocahontas! Pocahontas!

Oh, my dear, Pocahontas would never allow that.

Pocahontas, all that matters is that we're together again.

Pocahontas.

Pocahontas.

Pocahontas.