- [first lines]
- Mrs. Tyson: [in the distance] Henry! Henry!
- Major Bart McClelland: [to Charlie] Make sure the men are sitting in the window seats.
- Charley: Expecting Indian trouble?
- Major Bart McClelland: Rather expect it than be surprised.
- Mrs. Tyson: Charlie, have you seen my Henry?
- Charley: No I haven't, Miz Tyson.
- Mrs. Tyson: He's either lost or hiding, but either way, I'll kill him.
- Charley: [to McClelland] He's hiding, all right.
- [discussing Senator Medford]
- Georgia: He'll make trouble.
- Major Bart McClelland: Probably.
- Georgia: I'm sorry. I think he's bothered by this place being run by a woman...
- Major Bart McClelland: It is run by a lady, Georgia
- Ben Willets: Indians could take this town by midnight. There's nothing here to hold them off. I've got me the best story of my life... Hope I live to write it.
- Senator Medford: How bad is it?
- Major Bart McClelland: Oh, the Indians had to throw an attack on us to feel out our strength. If we pound 'em tonight, they won't bother us for a while.
- Senator Medford: I'd like to have a gun.
- Major Bart McClelland: Just find shelter and stay out of the way. The men can handle it.
- Senator Medford: I know how to use a weapon, McClelland!
- Major Bart McClelland: I know you can but you take aim at the darnedest things!
- Major Bart McClelland: I think that's it. Hold it, men! Cease fire.
- Senator Medford: You think they're gone?
- Major Bart McClelland: [to Macklin] Collect the guns from the men. It's over.
- Senator Medford: But I didn't see a single Indian.
- Major Bart McClelland: Usually when you see 'em, it's too late.
- Georgia: I don't even know how to cry like a woman anymore.
- Major Bart McClelland: As I said, I'll correct anyone who doesn't call you a lady - and that includes you, Georgia.
- Major Bart McClelland: Sir, last night we were attacked by Indians. Every man fought. One was killed, one will lose the use of his arm for life. I refuse to treat these men like boys and tell them what they can do with their free time.
- General Dodge: Mm-hmm. Let's go find the Senator.
- Senator Medford: [proposing a toast] This is to you, Miss Georgia, a true lady of the West - or any other point on the compass.
- [Senator Medford downs his glass of whiskey and bursts out coughing]
- Senator Medford: What *is* that stuff?
- Major Bart McClelland: That's aged whiskey, Senator. It was made in Walker Flats twelve miles away on the day the train brought it here.
- [all laugh]