- Gil Favor: When he stands in front of the sun and don't cast no shadow, I will start worrying, I promise you.
- Beaumont Butler: We were running with a dead man.
- Delilah: Well, don't blame yourself, Beaumont. How could you have known, hiding under the seat as you were.
- Delilah: [to the Lt] Surely you're not going to be intimidated by a pack of filthy savages?
- Rachel Shay: Now that's really amazing, Mrs Butler, you haven't been within 50 feet of those savages and already you know they're filthy. I'd say you had a fair and working nose there.
- Lieutenant Carter: Lesson number 5, is one I learnt at the Point. Never attempt a mission that the enemy expects unless you have everything possible in your favour. I don't think I'd call that shoulder of yours a factor in our favour.
- Gil Favor: And, like I said, I don't ride on my shoulder.
- Domingo: Earth has no sorrow, senora, that Heaven cannot cure. If you cannot cry for him, cry for yourself.
- Rachel Shay: No man can manage a woman's world, Mr. Domingo, and I consider a can of beans to be a woman's world.
- Domingo: The foster child of silence is death, Lieutenant. Not every battle is fought with bugle and cavalry charges.
- Delilah: It's always been the easy way, hasn't it, Beau? Even now, you're on stage. A make-believe man in a cardboard world.
- Beaumont Butler: A coward dies many times before his death, Delilah. This and recreating the lives of better men however trimmed with tinsel and artificial theatrics only make what I am a little less painful. It might help.
- Delilah: The only thing that will help me is a oneway ticket back to civilisation without the pleasure of your company. Or that bottle.
- Beaumont Butler: The place where optimism best flourishes, Mr Favor, is in the mind of a fool. The logic in me argues which food will last longer if there's one less mouth to feed.
- Domingo: Loneliness wears its own face, muchacha, for everyone to see, if they look. You have no one, huh?
- Rachel Shay: Like you, Mr Domingo, I have no kind. It was a home once, an Irish home, which meant it was filled with the wonders of Brian Boru, the mountains of the morn, and good brown whiskey. And then it wasn't a home anymore. My father and my brother joined the Irish Republican Brotherhood and started a fight that even the legendary Finn McCool couldn't finish. They brought their bodies home in a wheelbarrow, iron wheels on cobblestones, the sound I will hear every day of my life.
- Domingo: A man is not master of his own fate. There was a girl, a Mexican chica, I fought for her freedom. In order to do that I had to kill a chief.