Captain Nathan Brittles: I don't know where you got your brains, Sergeant - God must have given you that pair of eyes. They're Arapahos, all right. Headin' the same way we are. Now why would they be movin' on Sudrow's Wells, Sergeant? Answer me that.
Sgt. Tyree: My mother didn't raise any sons to be makin' guesses in front of Yankee captains.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Give 'em a wide berth. Mr Cohill, past Sudrow's Wells by way of Twin Forks.
Lt. Flint Cohill: We'll lose half a day, sir.
2nd Lt. Ross Penell: The ladies will miss their stage, sir.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Would you rather have them miss their scalps, sir?
Jenkins: Sure got a hankerin' for some buffalo meat.
Trooper Cliff: Me too. Ain't never had none.
Trooper: Beans is safer. Mark my words, they'll be Injuns around that herd thick as flies.
2nd Lt. Ross Penell: I'm sorry, sir.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Oh, shut up.
Lt. Flint Cohill: Where do you plan on having your picnic, Ross?
2nd Lt. Ross Penell: Three months from now at Delmonico's in New York with Olivia on my arm, and I won't be wearning a blue suit either, bub.
Captain Nathan Brittles: Never apologize. It's a sign of weakness.
Olivia Dandridge: I'm sorry I made such a fool of myself at the gate this morning.
Captain Nathan Brittles: You made a fool out of a couple of young lieutenants. That's never against Army regulations.
