F Troop

Roaring Chicken: Will not work. Wild Eagle: You doubt wisdom of Wild Eagle, son of Crazy Horse? Roaring Chicken: You forget me. Roaring Chicken, son of Sitting Duck.

Wild Eagle: We have old Indian saying. Bark of tree never bitter to hungry squirrel. O'Rourke: Well, what's that got to do with the captain? Wild Eagle: (thinks) It lose something in translation.

Wild Eagle: We cannot lose business or my people will starve! Agarn: What are you talking about, Chief? The woods are full of game. Fish in the stream, nuts, berries. Roaring Chicken: Hekawis never learn to live off land. Wild Eagle: Last time we have hunting party, had to send out search party to find them. Roaring Chicken: Still wait for search party to come back.

Wrangler Jane: Whenever I see Wilton, I get a funny feeling in here. Agarn: Sort of a burning sensation? Wrangler Jane: Yeah. Agarn: I have that, too. Wrangler Jane: Sometimes I'm just sorta weak all over. Agarn: With hot flashes? Wrangler Jane: Uh huh. And just now, when I saw him with that girl, I got a pain right in the pit of my stomach. Agarn: Sarge, we've got the bubonic plague! O'Rourke: Oh, I couldn't be so lucky.

Capt. Parmenter: Charlie's the town drunk. We got him from Dodge City. Lucy Landfield: You had to go out and get a town drunk? Capt. Parmenter: Yeah. We were lucky, too. Dodge City had two, so they sold us Charlie.

Lucy Landfield: In Philadelphia, nobody gets thrown out of a saloon at 11 in the morning! Capt. Parmenter: Well, actually, Charlie's a little late this morning. He usually gets thrown out around 10.

Capt. Parmenter: But you'll love it here, Lucy. It's nothing at all like Philadelpha. Lucy Landfield: What's wrong with Philadephia? Capt. Parmenter: Philadelphia's a lovely city, it's just a shame nobody lives there. (laughs)

Lucy Landfield: Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Miss Lucy Landfield, of the Philadelphia Landfields. Agarn: Oh, well I'm Corporal Agarn of the Passaic Agarns and this here's Sergeant O'Rourke of the Steubenville O'Rourkes.