Col. Stuart Valois: How many men have you killed?
Chuka: I stopped counting at sixteen.
Col. Stuart Valois: Were they fair fights? Mr. Chuka! Where they fair fights?
Chuka: Fifteen were fair.
Col. Stuart Valois: And what is fair to you, Mr. Chuka
Chuka: They were facing me. They had a chance at me.
Col. Stuart Valois: And the sixteenth?
Chuka: I shot him in the back of the head. But like the doctor here, I can't prove that he stuck a knife in me and was stealing my horse.

Col. Stuart Valois: I've discovered, Mr. Chuka, that to a savage kindness means weakness. He'll despise you for it. The moment you turn your back, he'll put a knife in it. I offer you that piece of intelligence. It might save your life someday.
Chuka: Colonel, they're awful hungry out there. I think they're mean. And unless you give them food or the rifles to hunt their own, they're gonna come in here and *take* it. That's a little piece of intelligence that might save *your* life sometime.

Helena Chavez: Tell me Señor, are you as bad as they say?
Chuka: No man is as bad as they say, Señorita.

Veronica Kleits: You have become quite hard.
Chuka: Since I didn't measure up to your standards in life, madame, I had to find a way to bring people down to mine.
Veronica Kleits: With your gun, I hear, Senor Chuka.
Chuka: With my gun, Senora Kleits

Sgt. Otto Hansbach: Now you can pull that gun of yours and shoot me where I stand, or you can defend yourself as best you can, because I intend to beat you into the ground with my fists. Now, I'm waiting on ya!

Sgt. Otto Hansbach: Where are you from?
Chuka: Anywhere I happen to be.