Kunte: I'm a Mandinka warrior!
Fiddler: (turns to a horse) Horse! I hear tell that you aint a horse at all. I hear tell that you think you a mighty crow! I hear tell that you fly from here bouts all the way to Annapolis and back again. Now horse...you look mighty like a horse to me. And you sure SMELLS mighty like a horse. So Im saying to you, that you...is...a horse! What you think you is dont matter a damn bit.