They will, and they'll leave.

They might even erect a monument to us.

They're leaving in the morning. They're leaving the island.

They would walk around. They would play with their skirts and pants.

They'll catch them.

An ax, a shovel, or anything.

They'll see and they'll know, and they'll say, Why, she wouldn't even harm a fly.

They'll be coming here, and they'll want to have fun.

They were saying they would stop.

Burn them, and they don't even holier.

It might have turned them crazy. They found it creepy.

They fight different than we do too.

And if they don't confess, they make them confess.

They'll watch us until they catch him.

Plenty. They'd grab us. We wouldn't have a chance.

We're gonna let them chase us around for a while.

They receive surgery the following day, and then they will stay for a day or two, and then they are put back on the buses to be taken back to where they came from, and where their families will be waiting to take them back home.

Acte, what will they do to me?

He says they'll come back. Will they?

If they want to stay, they're set on dying.

They'll catch us.

Don't let them in! They'll murder us.

And I realized that, if they had to go into combat, they would do what we had taught them and they would follow leaders.

So yes, they're building roads, yes, they're putting in telephone, yes, there will be television.

I'll let them find the letter, they'll think it's all over between us.

It'd be a good idea if we put a stop to them.

We will not only transform other people's lives, but we will also transform the way those other lives see us.

Surely...

They're gonna beat it out of him? They're going to try.

They throw him out.

They'll kill him!

They'll kill him.

They got him surrounded. They'll shoot him down like a dog.

He'll return with his 40 men and he will kill us all.

And they made the social investment. They got away malaria.

You'd go there, but they'd be someplace else and so would the money.

They'll tell you. They'll tell you all about it.

They'll be throwing them out of the stockade.

Look after them and they'll look after you.

If we asked the men, they'd agree.

They'll follow up with you, and we'll take care of it.

Of course they will. So will we, Dally.

We'll hold them up as long as we can, but they'll push us back, mile by mile till they suddenly burst through and pour across the north like a river.

They'll go for movies, but will that teach them to read?

They're gonna be proud of me. Someday, they're gonna be proud.