Cochise: You should always wipe your hands on your arm after eating, tall one. The grease is good for them.
Tom Jeffords: Ah, among the white men, we wash it off.
Cochise: What a waste!

Geronimo: White men pay many dollars for the scalp of an Apache.
Tom Jeffords: I know.
Geronimo: Then why did you not take his scalp?
Tom Jeffords: If I kill an Apache, it will not be for scalp or money.
Geronimo: Why not? My people and your people are at war.
Tom Jeffords: It is not my way to fight.
Geronimo: It is the way of all white eyes!
Tom Jeffords: It is not my way!
Apache warrior: You are a woman, maybe!
Tom Jeffords: It is well-known that Apaches do not take scalps either, and they are not women.

[first lines]
[opening narration]
Tom Jeffords: This is the story of a land, of the people who lived on it in the year 1870, and of a man whose name was Cochise. He was an Indian - leader of the Chiricahua Apache tribe. I was involved in the story and what I have to tell happened exactly as you'll see it - the only change will be that when the Apaches speak, they will speak in our language. What took place is part of the history of Arizona and it began for me here where you see me riding.

[last lines]
Tom Jeffords: His words meant very little to me then, but as time passed, I came to know that the death of Sonseeahray had put a seal upon the peace. And from that day on wherever I went - in the cities, among the Apaches, in the mountains - I always remembered my wife was with me.

[to Tom Jeffords]
Cochise: As I bear the murder of my people, so you will bear the murder of your wife.