Maj. Amos Dundee: [after the Apache ambush] How did they know?
Samuel Potts: They're Apache.
Maj. Amos Dundee: [on Riago] And just what in hell is he?
Riago: I am tame Apache. A camp dog. Christian Indian. Charriba, is Apache.
Maj. Amos Dundee: Sam, you take this "camp dog" and go find me Charriba.
Samuel Potts: That's what you pay us for, Amos.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [Dundee and his men have brought back Tyreen and the escaped Confederates to the fort] Well, Captain, I brought back your wandering boys. Now you tell me how they got loose.
Capt. Frank Waller: They clubbed two guards and went over the wall. It should be pointed out, Major, that at the time of their escape, 134 men of this command were a half day's march from here, either digging graves or rotting in the sun, waiting to be buried.
Maj. Amos Dundee: I want every prisoner that can walk on this parade ground in ten minutes - including those in irons.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [having found Riago crucified to a tree] Go cut him down, Sam.
Samuel Potts: You cut him down, Major. I think he's earned it.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [referring to Potts's Apache scouts] You expect me to believe these Apache would turn on their own families, track down their own people?
Samuel Potts: Well, why not? Everybody else seems to be doin' it.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [to Ryan; repeated] Whistle me a tune, boy.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [to Tyreen] You were a rock once, now you're crumbling like old chalk.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [Tyreen and his men are caught after trying to escape] Evening, Ben.
Capt. Benjamin Tyreen: Good evening, Amos.
Maj. Amos Dundee: You should've tried it *before* I took command.
Capt. Benjamin Tyreen: Command of what? The burial detail?

Maj. Amos Dundee: Captain Tyreen, is the prospect of your serving under your country's flag once again more appealing than continuing to drag its chains in this prison?
Capt. Benjamin Tyreen: It is *not* my country, Major Dundee. I damn its flag, and I damn you. And I would rather *hang* than serve!
[the Confederate prisoners begin whistling "Dixie" and rattling their chains, creating a loud racket]
Sgt. Gomez: [to Dundee] Corporal Veitch just died, sir.
Maj. Amos Dundee: [shouts] Then hang you shall!
[noise dies down]
Maj. Amos Dundee: You're going to stand trial for a charge of murder, Ben. You and your four good friends. That guard you clubbed just died.

Maj. Amos Dundee: Captain, give my regards to General Carleton.
Capt. Frank Waller: I hope that you're to have that pleasure yourself within the next week, Major. If not - good luck.

Maj. Amos Dundee: For God's sakes, Ben - leave me be!
Capt. Benjamin Tyreen: Why not, Amos? You aren't worth killing anyhow.