- Lt. Collin Ayeless: Do any of these savages understand English?
- Sgt. Tripp: All of 'em do, one way or another.
- Lt. Collin Ayeless: Which one of them is Wolf Paw?
- Sgt. Tripp: Right here in front of me.
- Zeb Macahan: Mister, you give an order to fire, I'm gonna gut you neck to knees.
- Lt. Collin Ayeless: You use that knife on me, Macahan and they will hang you from the highest gallows in the United States army.
- Zeb Macahan: Damn the army and damn the gallows! There's something you berry pies from West Point don't seem to understand, maybe never will. Lets just put it this way, mister: there ain't gonna be no dead indians here today, you got that?
- Zeb Macahan: Sam, I want you to tell these boys to have their riffles at the ready and look outta both sides of their eyes at the same time. But nobody fires a shot 'till I say so!
- Sgt. Tripp: When are you gonna quit volunteerin' me?
- Zeb Macahan: Which one of us was gonna learn how to pray, Sam?
- Lt. Collin Ayeless: What are they doing out there?
- Private Tripp: Havin' a blabber.
- Lt. Collin Ayeless: Well I can see that, private. What are they talking about?
- Private Tripp: Ooh, old times, old combats for one thing.
- Lt. Collin Ayeless: They know each other?
- Private Tripp: Know each other? Lieutenant, that man sittin' on the blanket down there with Red Kettle knows every indian in these mountains. He's near one hisself. And if Red Kettle could count cool on Zeb Macahan, the stories be told around the camp fires from father to son from now 'till ice caught fire.
- Zeb Macahan: You know, I, eh, I noticed, lieutenant that, eh, when somebody don't measure up to your standards you, eh, you have a tendency to kinda push 'em aside. Like that, eh, Mrs. Baxter there now. Now maybe she ain't perfect, but then which one of us is? Damn sure not you or me. An understandin' word from you back there at the wagon mighta helped a lot. Somethin' to think on.