Prologue: A gun, like any other source of power, is a force for either good or evil, being neither in itself, but dependent upon those who possess it.
Mrs. Kathleen York: Aren't you gonna kiss me goodbye?
Lt. Col. Kirby York: I never want to kiss you goodbye, Kathleen.
Lola Manners: You never know when a girl might need a bullet.
Geronimo: It is not the Apache way to be grandmothers to cattle. Cochise has lost his taste for battle and so he is ready to surrender. He throws away our victories. It is not this false peace that we need, but a new chief.
Oscar 'Grizzly' Winters: Don't ever sneak into a camp like that, neighbor! Not up here in the Gold Country where a feller usually shoots first and buries his mistakes.