Devlin: You don't look so hot. Sick?
Alicia: [lies defiantly] No. Hangover.
Devlin: That's news. Back to bottle again, huh?
Alicia: It sort of... lightens my chores.

Ned Sharp: If the other outfits don't fight their way through, you're liable to have a lot of Sioux on your hands.
George Armstrong Custer: Yes. Yes, quite a lot of Sioux, Sharp. But the greater the odds, the greater the glory.

George Armstrong Custer: Well, for one thing you're an Englishman, not an American.
Lt. "Queen's Own" Butler: Not an American! What do you Yankees think you are? The only REAL Americans in this merry old parish are on the other side of the hill with feathers in their hair.
George Armstrong Custer: You're probably right about that. But there's 6,000 of them... and less than 600 of us. The regiment's being sacrificed, Butler, and I wouldn't want to see a foreigner butchered in a dirty deal like this,
Lt. "Queen's Own" Butler: Sporty of you to think of it that way. But I'll remind you, sir, I'm a member of the mess of the Seventh U.S. Cavalry. Fancy walking into the Service Club in Picadilly if the regiment... Get somebody else to post your blinking letter!
George Armstrong Custer: Thanks, 'Queen's Own'. Just so long as you know.

Jack Favell: You know, old boy, I have a strong feeling... that before the day is out, somebody's going to make use of that... rather expressive, though somewhat old-fashioned term ''foul play.''

Shane: Do you mind putting down that gun? Then I'll leave.
Joe Starrett: What difference does it make, you're leaving anyway?
Shane: I'd like it to be my idea.

Joe Starrett: What Ryker has comin' isn't fit for a woman to see.

Rufus Ryker: I'll kill him if I have to.
Jack Wilson: You mean I'll kill him if you have to.

Shane: You speaking to me?
Chris Calloway: I don't see nobody else standing there.

Joe: So you got pinched in the elevator, so what? Would you rather be picking lead out of your navel?

Jerry: We're up the creek and you want to hock the paddle!