Chief: Good work, Rooster. There are no better messengers than those 
       who bring the news we wish to hear.
 
Roost: If I do say so myself, it was a fine job of intelligence conveyance
       considering the under-developed news media with which I must work.
 
Squir: It's the best news I've heard in a long time.
 
Canoe: Flying Squirrel, you seem happier than all of us put together. 
       Is there any special reason for your unusual elation?
 
Squir: None. I'm just unusually elated.
 
Chief: And the volunteer gave no reason for his action?
 
Roost: None what-ever. I assumed he just had a strong sense of duty.
 
Daisy: To think, I'll soon be able to see David again.
 
Roost: Yes, that's his name.
 
Daisy: Whose name?
 
Roost: The volunteer's. Private David Davenport.
 
Daisy: (hysterical) Private David Davenport?

Roost: Private David Davenport.

Daisy: Oh, no! There must be some mistake!
 
Roost: There is no mistake. You will see him any minute now.
 
Daisy: I wanted to see him - but not see him married!
 
Chief: Do you know him then?
 
Dairy: Do I know him?
 
Chief: Will he make a suitable husband for my daughter?
 
Daisy: For your daughter?
 
Squir: Don't be excited, dear, there must be some mistake.
 
Canoe: He might not have understood.
 
Chief: There is no room for mistakes or not understanding! Who-ever
       volunteered will marry my daughter and will do so at all cost. 
       This is not a game we're playing here!

(Enter Fox)
 
Fox: Your highness, the volunteer has arrived.
 
Chief: Wonderful. Let him advance!

Daisy: (looking off) Why that is David! 

(Daisy runs off crying followed by Squirrel and Canoe.)

Chief: Why do squaws always cry at weddings?

(Buffalo exits with Rooster.)