Joe Bass: [to Joseph Lee] Throw you in a pigpen, and you'd come out vice-president of the hogs.

Joe Bass: [to the Indians who are bilking him out of his furs] You're all right, Two Crows. You oughta be a white man. They'd make you captain of the steamboat and president of the bank. Just because you own this damn country!

Joe Bass: If God ever made two greater inventions than a pretty woman and a bottle of whiskey, I ain't heard of it!

Joe Bass: Scalp hunters. The wickedest, crookedest trade to ever turn a dollar.

Joe Bass: You mean you want to stay with these, with these heathens?

Jim Howie: Go get yourself some clothes on! I don't want these men gettin' any horny notions!
Kate: Stop talkin'like a Baptist preacher. If I had half the boots been stuck under my bed, I bet I could outfit the United States Cavalry!

Joseph Lee: [walking behind Joe Bass and his horse] What about me, sir?
Joe Bass: I'll just sell you to the highest bidder.
Joseph Lee: Could you mske that to a Comanche, sir?
Joe Bass: You seem to have an uncommon prejudice against service to the white-skinned race!
Joseph Lee: I don't mean to be narrow in my attitude. Could I ask you what's your name, sir?
Joe Bass: Joe Bass.
Joseph Lee: Well, Mr. Bass, couldn't you kind of consider me a captured Comanche?
Joe Bass: [both Joe Bass and his horse turn around and do a 'take']
Joseph Lee: I came on my own two feet as far as those Comanches. It was my intent to circle south as far as Mexico. The Mexicans have a law against the slavery trade, and since those Indians captured me from other Indians. I have now got full Indian citizenship.
Joe Bass: Joseph Lee, you ever study the law?
Joseph Lee: No, sir.
Joe Bass: Well, neither did I, but you ain't got a chance in hell of calling yerself an Indian! You're an African slave by employment, black by color!

Kate: [to the other prostitutes as they realize they are captives of the Indians] What the hell, they're only men!