Mrs. Kathleen York: Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Lt. Col. Kirby York: I never want to kiss you goodbye, Kathleen.
Trooper Travis Tyree: Hey, Mister... what time do they blow the horn around here for people t' eat?
Lt. Col. Kirby York: You said it, soldier, that's enough for me.
Mrs. Kathleen York: Ramrod, wreckage and ruin, still the same Kirby York.
Lt. Col. Kirby York: Special privileges to special born, still the same Kathleen.
Lt. Col. Kirby York: But put out of your mind any romantic ideas that it's a way of glory. It's a life of suffering and hardship, an uncompromising devotion to your oath and your duty.
Mrs. Kathleen York: Yankee justice! Arresting that nice young man and charging him with manslaughter, while they promote arsonists to be Sergeant Majors.
Trooper Jefferson 'Jeff' Yorke: Sandy... are you scared?
Trooper Daniel 'Sandy' Boone: ME? Yo.
Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon: Did any of youse ever ride a horse?
Trooper Travis Tyree: Yeah, some.
Lt. Col. Kirby York: Any liquor in this village?
Trooper Travis Tyree: Mucho tequila. They were slugging it down copious like when I left.
Lt. Col. Kirby York: Drums? Singing?
Trooper Travis Tyree: Yes, sir.
Lt. Col. Kirby York: Vengeance dance. They'll dance until dawn.
Trooper Travis Tyree: Get 'er done, Reb.
