Daniel Boone

Mingo: That's the trouble with roads, Daniel. They confuse the instincts.

Clydesdale: Benjamin Franklin! You are the last person I hoped to find here.

Clydesdale: It's not pigs we're after, Dr. Franklin. Only rebels. Though at times I must confess it's difficult to tell them apart.

Clydesdale: You're quite right, Franklin. An excellent Madeira. I don't know when I've tasted better. Franklin: I'm glad you enjoyed it. It was smuggled through your blockade.

Franklin: The infection of liberty will spread without any instruction from me, my lord.

Clydesdale: You realize, of course, that you've just signed your death warrant. Daniel: That's the third time you've told me I'm gonna die.

Daniel: Coming, Dr. Franklin? Franklin: Yes, although at the moment I feel slightly superfluous.

Clydesdale: A bargain made under duress is no bargain.

Daniel: Talk to you later, Dr. Franklin. Clydesdale: Yes, from an English scaffold.

Clara (to Fergus): I admire the way you repay our hospitality.

Mary: Does your duty include making love to young ladies, lieutenant?

Clydesdale: A French ship in these waters is war, Dr. Franklin. Particularly one waiting to take you to France.

Franklin (to Daniel): I have perpetrated a few hoaxes in my time.

Fergus: My horse! How am I going to get back? Clydesdale: You might try walking, lieutenant.