- Dick Turpin: Swiftnick, what I do with my snatch is my affair.
- Swiftnick: But if you don't give it away, you loose it at dice or throw it away on dollys. We could have been rich by now!
- Dick Turpin: You sound like a banker.
- Jane Harding: Don't you come near me.
- Dick Turpin: Now what are you doing trying to nick one of our nags?
- Swiftnick: Are all the women in America as talkative as you?
- Dick Turpin: [Jane does not answer] Must be paradise.
- Jem Clanton: You remember Jerry Wilkinson?
- Dick Turpin: Yeah.
- Jem Clanton: Yeah, they hanged him.
- [snickers]
- Jem Clanton: Drew a good crowd. Made a lovely speach. Lovely. And then, then... he picked the hangman's pocket!
- [shrieks with laughter]
- Jem Clanton: What a jest! Oh, I could have died laughing. In fact, he did.
- Noll Bridger: I want those papers, Jane. They belong to the governor.
- Jane Harding: Ah, the governor. I was forgetting that you hobnobbed with Appleyard. Have you told him how the hearty wench loved you? How she's so besotted that she'll never suspect that you're spying on her father? It must have amused him, Noll. How he must have laughed. You're his puppet aren't you? His minion. Whistle for the papers, you turncoat!
- Noll Bridger: Are you so naive to think ridding Maryland of it's governor will bring Ameria one day nearer independence? This is 1740, Jane. The Brittish will rule America for another two hundred years.
- Dick Turpin: Forgive me, Mr. Bridger, for calling you a villain. I was mistaken. You're no villain, sir. You are a niggotly, sticking, scurvy, cowardly son of a sow. What do you say to that, sir?
- Dick Turpin: You're not from these parts are you?
- [Jane, clad only in Turpin's cloak because her clothes are drying refuses to answer]
- Dick Turpin: Come on, where you from?
- [still no reply]
- Dick Turpin: Well, if you've lost you're tongue, you won't need my cloak.
- [makes a grab for it]
- Jane Harding: Maryland!
- Swiftnick: Where's is that?
- Jane Harding: America.
- Dick Turpin: Oh I see. Come over here to learn the language, have ya?
- Noll Bridger: How could you lose her?
- Smith: I didn't know she'd stick the coach, which was as dark as a cow's insides.
- Dick Turpin: [referring to Saul, Bridger's slave] So a man can be bought, Bridger, can he, like a piece of furniture?
- Noll Bridger: Or a horse. Or a greyhound anything else I pay money for. What do you say?