Rio Grande (1950)

Victor McLaglen: Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon

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• Lt. Col. Kirby York : [breaking up a solders' fight]  Quincannon, what started this?

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : I refuse to answer sir... respectfully.

  Lt. Col. Kirby York : Heinze?

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : I refuse to answer, sir.

  Lt. Col. Kirby York : Yorke?

  Trooper Jefferson 'Jeff' Yorke : No, sir.

  Lt. Col. Kirby York : Soldiers' fight, eh? Carry on.

  [leaves the site] 

  Trooper Heinze : Sorry, soldier.

  Trooper Jefferson 'Jeff' Yorke : Thanks, Heinze.

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [breaking up soldier's fight]  Break it up! Who started this?

  Trooper Travis Tyree : [indicating Heinze]  This fella talked derogatory about the boy's pappy.

  Trooper Daniel 'Sandy' Boone : Yeah, he called him the teacher's pet of a chowder-headed Mick sergeant. What's that mean, doc?

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [to Heinze]  Oh, you said that, did ya?

  Trooper Heinze : Yes, I did.

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : And did ya mean me?

  Trooper Heinze : Yes I did.

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [exasperated]  A chowder... what was that?

  Trooper Daniel 'Sandy' Boone : Chowder-headed Mick sergeant.

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : And you meant it?

  Trooper Heinze : Yes I did.

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : Did any of youse ever ride a horse?

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Yeah, some.

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [to the troop]  Is there any man here from Texas?

  Trooper Daniel 'Sandy' Boone : Yes sir; I'm from Texas. Name's Boone... Daniel Boone.

  U.S. Deputy Marshal : Daniel Boone? That sounds familiar, don't it?

  [looks through circulars] 

  U.S. Deputy Marshal : Name's Tyree!

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [admiringly]  Boy 'o, horsemen!

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [Speaking to Trooper Tyree, referring to the Marshal there to arrest him]  Hey son, do you know that man has a warrant charging you with manslaughter?

  Trooper Travis Tyree : A lotta people use that word "manslaughter" pretty freely.

  Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : Boy, why don't you tell us about this? Maybe we can help ya.

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Well, it could be that a

  [pauses, looks from Dr. Wilkins to Sgt. Quincannon] 

  Trooper Travis Tyree : fella had a run-in with a Yankee down in Texas. Somethin' about the fella's sister. And, it could be that the Yankee drawed a gun and started shootin'. Got himself killed.

  [Quincannon nods in approvement] 

  Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : Mrs. York wants to get ya a lawyer, get ya outta this scrape.

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Thank 'er kindly for me and tell 'er...

  [pauses, resolves himself] 

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Look fellas, my sister's gettin' married to a man she grew up with. A Texican. Fine fella. They kinda plan on goin' to California and startin' fresh. And, I don't think it's quite right to start a lotta talk and scandal in open court until their dust is settled behind them.

  Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : [sighs]  Well, that makes sense to me.

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Of course, when I hear they're *in* California, I'll be wantin' that lawyer. Wantin' him *bad*. Tell ya the truth, I kinda like this man's army.

  [Quincannon beams with great satisfaction] 

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Thank you for your kindness, Doctor.

  [stands] 

  Trooper Travis Tyree : Let's git 'er done, Sergeant!

  Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : If that boy was one'a my troopers, I wouldn't be so eager to see him get hung!

• Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : If that boy was one a' my troopers, I wouldn't be so eager to see him get hung

  [hands a bottle of whiskey to Sgt. Quincannon] 

  Dr. Wilkins (regimental surgeon) : .

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : I'll just take a sup for me cold, and when I'm through, I'll take you to the Colonel

  [pours and takes a drink] 

  Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : . That is, unless you're a blackguard, steal a horse, and hide out for a few days.

• Sgt. Maj. Timothy Quincannon : [to Kathleen Yorke]  Welcome home, darlin'.