It's an Indian headquarter.

There's no Indian headquarters.

Everything seems alien to me.

You're just a little goofy because you have an empty stomach.

Why don't I fix you a sandwich?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm not allowed to take lunch from strangers.

I think I know what has to be done now.

Thanks for 30 years of shelter, clothing, and three square meals a day of... lies!

Gladys, unless you think I should be concerned about this, I think I'll go take a nap.

Pleasant dreams, dear.

Why don't you just use a suitcase, Chris?

For the last time, I'm not Chris, I'm Emmett.

And I have to travel all the way to the Pennsylvania Dutch country to be reunited with my natural Amish parents.

But until that time, I must carry all my belongings in a simple handkerchief tied to a stick.

For at this point, I'm nothing but a lowly bastard hobo.

Comprende?

It's ironic that your Spanish was the most decipherable thing in that whole speech.

Chris, I can't believe you're going through with this.

Larry, I have no choice.