Pocahontas Quotes

John Smith: Pocahontas.
Pocahontas: [hugs him] I'm so sorry.
John Smith: For what? This? I've gotten out of worse scrapes than this. Can't think of anything right now, but.
Pocahontas: [tearfully] It would've been better if we never met. None of this would've happened.
John Smith:

Pocahontas, look at me. I'd rather die tomorrow than live a hundred years without knowing you.
Nakoma: Pocahontas?
Pocahontas: I can't leave you.
John Smith: You never will. No matter what happens to me, I'll always be with you, forever.
Pocahontas: [sadly leaves]

Pocahontas: [as she throws herself over John Smith, who is about to be executed] No!
[silence]
Pocahontas: If you kill him, you'll have to kill me, too.
Powhatan: Daughter, stand back.
Pocahontas: I won't! I love him, Father.
[silence]
Pocahontas: Look around you. This is

where the path of hatred has brought us.
[brief silence]
Pocahontas: This is the path I choose, Father. What will yours be?

John Smith: We've improved the lives of savages all over the world.
Pocahontas: Savages?
John Smith: Uh, not that you're a savage.
Pocahontas: Just my people!
John Smith: No. Listen. That's not what I meant. Let me explain.
Pocahontas: Let go!
John

Smith: No, I'm not letting you leave.
Pocahontas: [jumps out of her canoe and climbs up into a tree]
John Smith: Look, don't do this. Savage is just a word, uh, you know. A term for people who are uncivilized.
Pocahontas: Like me.
John Smith: Well, when I say uncivilized, what I mean is, is.

[he grabs a branch, but the branch is not strong enough to hold his weight, and John falls back to the ground. Pocahontas jumps down after him]
Pocahontas: What you mean is, not like you.

John Smith: Pocahontas, that tree is talking to me.
Pocahontas: Then you should talk back.
Grandmother Willow: Don't be frightened, young man. My bark is worse than my bite.
Pocahontas: Say something.
John Smith: What do you say to a tree?
Pocahontas: Anything

you want.

[singing]
Powhatan: This is what we feared. The paleface is a demon / The only thing they feel at all is greed.
Kekata: Beneath that milky hide, there's emptiness inside.
Warriors: I wonder if they even bleed.
Warriors: [all] They're savages, savages, barely even human. Savages, savages
Powhatan: Killers at the

core.
Kekata: They're different from us, which means they can't be trusted.
Powhatan: We must sound the drums of war!

Grandmother Willow: Now then, there's something I want to show you. Look.
[dips her vine in the water in which glowing ripples begin to form]
Pocahontas: The ripples.
John Smith: What about them?
Grandmother Willow: So small at first, then look how they grow. But someone has to start them.

John Smith: They're not gonna listen to us.
Grandmother Willow: Young man, sometimes the right path is not the easiest one. Don't you see? Only when the fighting stops, can you be together.
[Pocahontas smiles]
John Smith: Alright, let's go talk to your father.
[Pocahontas and John hug each other]

Pocahontas: Lately, I've been having this dream and I think it's.
Grandmother Willow: Oh, a dream! Let's hear all about it!
[animals begin to chatter excitedly]
Grandmother Willow: Quiet!
[a squirrel crawls over her face, which she blows away; the animals continue to chatter]
Grandmother Willow:

Quiet!
[all falls silent; a frog croaks, Grandmother Willow glares at it, making it gulp and hide under its lily pad]

Thomas: [looking at Kocoum's body after shooting him] Is he?
Pocahontas: You killed him.
Thomas: I thought that.
Pocahontas: [Angrily rushes at Thomas] Get away from him!
John Smith: [holds her back] Pocahontas, it wont help! He was only.
Pocahontas: [shouts] He

killed him!
John Smith: [they hear other Indians approaching] Thomas! Get out of here!
[Thomas hesitates]
John Smith: [yells] Get out of here!

Governor Ratcliffe: [after Powhatan has released John Smith] Now's our chance! Fire!
Thomas: No!
Governor Ratcliffe: What?
Thomas: They let him go!
Ben: They don't want to fight!
Governor Ratcliffe: It's a trick, don't you see? Fire!
[no-one moves.

Ratcliff grabs someone's gun]
Governor Ratcliffe: Fine! I'll settle this myself!
[he aims at Powhatan]
John Smith: [seeing Ratcliff] No!
[he pushes Powhatan away and is shot in the stomach]
Thomas: John!
[John falls. Thomas turns on Ratcliffe]
Thomas: You shot him!

Governor Ratcliffe: He-he stepped right into it! It was his own fault!

John Smith: [about Percy and Meeko] You see what I mean? Once two sides wanna fight, nothing can stop them.
Pocahontas: [Percy and Meeko circling around her] Come here, both of you!
John Smith: It's all right, He's a friend. Bad! Bad dog! Sit!
[Flit laughs, then Meeko snatches him and straightens his beak to be sharp like a

sword. He begins to fence off Percy]
Pocahontas: What are you doing? Meeko!
John Smith: Percy, get back here! What are you doing? Stop that!
Grandmother Willow: All right! That's enough!
[Percy stiffens up and faints into the river. Grandmother Willow lifts him back to the stump with one of her branches]

Grandmother Willow: It's enough to make your sap boil.

John Smith: Look, we don't have to fight them.
Thomas: John, what's gotten into you?
John Smith: I met one of them.
Ben: You what?
Thomas: A savage!
John Smith: They're not savages, they can help us. They know the land, they know how to navigate the rivers.

[Meeko pulls out an ear of corn and gives it to John]
John Smith: And look, it's food.
Lon: What is it?
John Smith: It's better than hardtack and gruel, that's for sure.
Wiggins: I like gruel.
Governor Ratcliffe: [takes the corn and throws it on the ground] They don't want to

feed us, you ninnies! They want to kill us! All of us! They've got our gold, and they'll do anything to keep it!
John Smith: But there is no gold!
Ben: No gold?
Governor Ratcliffe: [sarcastically] And I suppose your little Indian friend told you this.
John Smith: Yes.
Governor

Ratcliffe: Lies! Lies, all of it! Murderous thieves. There's not room for their kind of civilized society!
John Smith: But this is their land!
Governor Ratcliffe: This is my land! I make the laws here! And I say anyone who so much as look at an Indian without killing him on sight, will be tried for treason and hanged!

Lon: This place gives me the creeps. Savages could be hiding anywhere.
Ben: Aye, well if you spot one, don't ask questions, just shoot.
Lon, Ben: [they pass Grandmother Willow who trips them with her root] Whoa!
Ben: Watch your feet, you big oaf!
Lon: It wasn't me,

it was the tree.
Ben: [sarcastically] Oh, of course, the tree just felt like lifting its roots. And.
[Ben and Lon see that Grandmother Willow moved her roots down]
Ben: [afraid] Let's get out of here.
Lon, Ben: [Grandmother Willow whips them both with her vines] Ow!
Ben:

Run!
[they rush away]
Lon: But what about Smith?
Ben: He's a big lad. He can take care of himself.