Jonathan Teague Cook credited as playing...
Bear Hunter
- Ghost Dog: [drives by a couple of hunters with the corpse of a black bear, stops and gets out] Wow, that's a hell of a big bear you killed there.
- Bear Hunter: Yep. The fucker weighs about three-hundred pounds.
- Ghost Dog: You know, it's funny, because I... I didn't - I didn't even know that it was bear-hunting season.
- Bear Hunter: What are you, a game warden? Some kind of Fed or something?
- Ghost Dog: No, no. I'm just asking, you know. Just asking.
- Bear Hunter: Well, I'll tell ya'. You see, there aren't too many of these big black fuckers left around here, so when you get a good, clear shot at it, you sure as hell take it.
- Ghost Dog: Hmm. That's why you shoot 'em... because there aren't that many left.
- Bear Hunter: [getting skeptical] I don't think I understand your question.
- Bear Hunter: [takes a shotgun from the bed of their pickup truck] You know, there ain't all that many colored people around here, neither. Maybe you oughta get back in your fancy car and go about your own business.
- Ghost Dog: [stares at him blankly for a moment before smiling and chuckling] Yeah, maybe you're right.
- [turns as though he's about to comply, then quickly points a gun at the armed hunter and opens fire, hitting him twice and killing him; the other hunter is already getting into the driver's side of the vehicle going for his firearm but then is stopped when Ghost Dog fires a round into the back of his knee, making him fall next to the bear, groaning in extreme pain]
- Bear Hunter: [moaning] Jesus Christ! You fucking hit my knee!
- Ghost Dog: [stands over him, gun aimed at his face] You know, in ancient cultures, bears were considered equal with men.
- Bear Hunter: [looks up at him, still moaning] This ain't no ancient culture here, mister.
- Ghost Dog: Sometimes it is.
- [shoots him]