Fogg: Colonel Proctor.
Paladin: He can catch us any time he wants to.
Paladin: Therefore, we should head for the brush, and turn toward the river.
Fogg: Sir, are you proposing that I employ subterfuge to evade this ruffian?
Paladin: Mr. Fogg, it's your schedule. (Uses the British pronunciation)
Fogg: You have very little understanding of the British spirit of sportsmanship. One engages in a contest not for the sake of vulgar victory, but for the sake of playing the game.
Paladin: Well, in playing the game, have you considered the safety of this young woman?
Fogg: Princess Aouda derives from a caste of warriors who've given Her Majesty a rousing good scrap once in a while, and all the better for it. But out in the open, mind you, not, not hiding behind some craven ambush like, like, like Red Indians.
Paladin: The last countryman of yours who uttered sentiments like that about tactics was a fellow named Cornwallis just before the battle of Yorktown. Now I wonder what he thought when Washington finished with him.
Fogg: Charlie Cornwallis! That fatuous, second-rate little opportunist, who let those untrained colonists lead him around by the nose? Let me tell you sir, that if Yorktown had been defended by my great grandfather, General Sir Hezekiah Fogg, your country today would be little more than the southernmost province of Canada!