F Troop

O'Rourke: I'm surprised at you, Wild Eagle. Why, I had no idea you believed in that kind of stuff. Wild Eagle: If we believe in Happy Hunting Ground in the Sky, how tough is it to believe in ghosts?

(looking around the ghost town) Vanderbilt: Looks good to me! O'Rourke: There's a man with vision! Agarn: Yeah, 2900 in each eye!

O'Rourke: (after Agarn is startled) That was your horse whinnying. Agarn: How do we know Black Jack Crawford's horse ain't a ventriloquist?!?

O'Rourke: Janie, nobody believes that old wives' tale. Wrangler Jane: Maybe so, but a lot of folks in these towns have heard ghostly screams and ghostly shots and have seen the ghost of Black Jack Crawford riding through the town at night on the ghost of his grey horse, carrying a girl in a bridal gown who's the ghost of Maude Fletcher. Agarn: Now that's what I call a ghost town!

Capt. Parmenter: Just because you've left the service doesn't mean you're not welcome to come back and visit your old buddies. Really, come back anytime. Oh, maybe you can drop by for dinner in the mess hall. Agarn: We'd love that, sir. But do we have to eat?