Daniel Boone

Daniel: Yes, I am different. Just as all men are different from each other. Just as you're different from Africans who sell their own brothers to the slavers. You know as well as I, Kamba, good and bad has nothin' to do with colors.

Meecham: Beggin' your pardon, Captain. They may be savages but they aren't ignorant. They're smart enough to stick to the stream when they catch wind they're being followed.

Webb: Sensible savages! A few touches of the lash we'll see how much sensible they are.

Webb: Where are them slaves? Daniel: I told you that's not my line.

Webb: Don't you stand on the laws of your country? Daniel: I'm standin' right in the middle of my country waitin' for you to let me pass.

Webb: You know, I never figured a man with your reputation would stick his neck out for a bunch of them soulless black savages. Daniel: It's been proven that they have no souls, of course. Webb: Oh yes, it's established scientifically beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Webb: You're not gonna kill me, Boone. Daniel: You make it mighty tempting, Captain.

Webb (after learning that ten slaves died): Of all the impudence! I'm lucky to break even on this deal.

Daniel: You ever see a Shawnee scalpin' knife? One swipe and your hair's gone right down to your eyebrow. Webb: Just blarney, Boone.

Webb (to Meecham): You're as nervous as a mother hen with a flock of new chicks.

Daniel (about Kamba): I think you owe him something. Webb: For what? Daniel: For your miserable, money grubbing life.