- Major Ben Covington: Would you consider it fair to persecute a man for continuing to be what he's always been? The thing he was trained to be? A thing he was praised and honored for being? A thing that was needed and required when this country had to have somebody do its fighting for it?
- Major Ben Covington: You shouldn't have come back here, Sergeant.
- Sergeant Bill Disher: [chuckling] Not come back, Major? I'm a soldier. That's all I am. That's all I ever will be in my entire bleedin' life.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Good evening, everybody. Sorry I'm late. Somehow I didn't receive an invitation. Go on, don't let me interrupt anything.
- Arliss Blynn: No reflection on you, Marshal, but we were discussing ways of protecting ourselves and our property.
- Marshal Jim Crown: I'm in favor of that. I'm in favor of anything that makes my job easier. Anything except a vigilante committee meeting.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Mr. Forcey, when was the last time you held a gun? I hear it's been some time since they had Indians in Philadelphia.
- Sergeant Bill Disher: Hey. Hey! What do you think you're doin'?
- Francis Wilde: I think you're a great storyteller, Sergeant, and I think a lot of my readers will be mighty interested in reading about your friend.
- Sergeant Bill Disher: My friend. My friend is not a curiosity to tickle the sweet imaginings of some sweet-smelling corset salesman in a barber chair. You want to write about Little Tom, well, you write about the way Little Tom died. Certainly it was an Apache tommyhawk. Certainly it was a Sioux arrow. Certainly it was a bullet fired over a game of chance or a prairie fire or, at the very least, a kick from a wild white Arabian. Oh no, my little Pekinese, to bring down Tom it took a length of covered wire and a railroad track.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Well, he's already knocked Francis down.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Who?
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Sergeant Disher. Francis was taking down some of the things he was saying when, all of a sudden...
- Marshal Jim Crown: Well, if he's going to make a business of sticking his nose in other people's business, he better get used to bein' knocked down.
- Marshal Jim Crown: You all right?
- Francis Wilde: Yeah! Cub reporter holds own against cavalry immortal.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Where are you from? Somewhere down South?
- Joe Wyman: Maryland.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Well, the next time you talk about where this man belongs, you just try to remember where you were back when you were eight years old in Maryland. This place didn't exist. There wasn't any Cimarron Strip. There wasn't anything here but Comanche hunting grounds. It took the cavalry six long bloody years to make this place fit for citizens like you. Well, it doesn't matter whether Sergeant Disher was among 'em or not...
- Trooper Eldridge: He was.
- Marshal Jim Crown: Well, I'd say Sergeant Disher has as much right here as you have. Maybe more.
- Arliss Blynn: I should like to report that my assistant may not be able to pursue his trade without the full use of his hands.
- Major Ben Covington: Is that in this report?
- Arliss Blynn: Yes.
- Major Ben Covington: Well, I'd like to point out to you, sir, that Sergeant Disher has been issued more decorations for bravery in the service of your country that your assistant ever had fingers on his hands - even before he met Sergeant Disher.
- Francis Wilde: You know, you're going to wound my feelings one day. I can sense it coming on.
- Dulcey Coopersmith: Oh, no no. Now listen, you're a different kind. You dash off here and you dash off there and something exciting is always happening behind your back and it drives you to distraction. But me, I'm very different, because all I really need is one tiny little room, just as long as it's clean and sunny... and all mine.
- [Francis fires a warning shot over the head of the escaping Sergeant Disher]
- Sergeant Bill Disher: You'll never hit me that way, boy.
- Francis Wilde: That was a warning!
- Sergeant Bill Disher: A warnin'? Oh, you'll have to do better than that. Tricky Jim would have warned me with a bullet through the belt buckle.
- MacGregor: And that's where the next one will go!
- Sergeant Bill Disher: Ah, that's good, MacGregor. You're the cold-blooded one. The steel of Scotland is in ya.
- MacGregor: You come down here, or I'll introduce a little lead into your system!
- Sergeant Bill Disher: Ha! Here's me heart. Make it a quick, clean shot. I know you wouldn't want me to suffer.
- [last lines]
- Sergeant Bill Disher: Will you listen to how quiet it is. All the shopkeepers gone back to their bleedin' inkpots. Listen to how quiet the wind is. Ah, it's a glorious day. There's a hawk under the sun...
- MacGregor: Stop! Or I'll shoot!
- Francis Wilde: Stop or I'll shoot!
- MacGregor: [disgustedly] I just said that!