- [after slapping his son Jim]
- Luke Boland: I'd appreciate it, son, if you controlled your temper so I can control the back of my hand.
- The Reverend Harper: Private Sneed cleansed himself before God and man when he helped me do away with that instrument of hell.
- [as the patrol uses gunpowder make explosives]
- Luke Boland: This ought to singe their feathers, lieutenant.
- Luke Boland: And a doctor invented that? That's ironic. A healer of human beings creating a machine of destruction like this.
- Lt. Wayne Malcolm: Yeah, but it seemed that his motive was just the opposite. He figured if he could invent a weapon that would make war terrible, people would stop fighting with one another
- Luke Boland: I know, lieutenant, but that's for dreamers. Why didn't he study human nature first?
- [as the Apache prepare to attack]
- Leona: Aren't you going to give me a gun to help?
- Lt. Wayne Malcolm: To help who?