Daniel Boone

Perigore: Do you think those primitive scratches on a piece of paper will send me to the hangman? Daniel: Call it another nail in your coffin, Gore.

Perigore (to the militia): Next you'll have me running to my own execution.

Perigore: You took your time. Petch: We wanted to make sure it was the right time.

Perigore: Well, Mr. Boone, we meet again and in the bosom of your own family.

Petch (about Mingo): He won't die from that wound unless it mortifies. Perigore: And if he comes around and makes a nuisance of himself? Petch: I'll see that if mortifies.

Perigore: And now, Mr. Boone, if you'll step outside with me we'll have that little talk.

Daniel: Gore, there must be a special perdition arranged for men like you.

LaPleche: Believe me, monsieur, I mean your children no harm. Daniel: Then why don't you sit down and eat your supper?

LaPleche: Ah, to be in Marseilles where the men truly understand each other.

Daniel (to Perigore): Honor? I doubt you know the meaning of the word.

Daniel: Takin' scalps is just a sideline with you, Mr. Gore. What you like to deal in his human souls. Perigore: Aptly put, Mr. Boone.

Dunston: The only true surprise, Andrew, is a complete one.

Petch (about the Parson): I hear he could preach an avalanche to a standstill.

Dunston (about Andrew): What's the matter, Simon? Don't you recognize him?

Dunston: I just wanted to give you a surprise, Simon. Perigore: And that you did.

Perigore (to Dunston): You've shown more imagination than I've given you credit for, Toffy.

Andrew: I said I didn't know. Jemima: Maybe it's time you started knowing.

Jemima (to Andrew): The truth isn't in letters. It's here and now.