Wagon Train

Flint McCullough:
Doesn't take much to make some men happy. For me, I like a shave and a bath. Maybe get into town now and then. See a woman.

Major Seth Adams:
[to Flint McCullough] Listen, any time I can't pound leather with a young short-horn like you, I'll just draw my pension, buy me a rockin' chair, and start rockin'.

C.L. Harding:
I wish I had a door so I could slam it.

Mokai:
Why can we not be friends?

Lt. Charles Avery:
You want to be friends? All right. We're friends.

Mokai:
Your heart does not agree with your lips.

Flint McCullough:
If I ever get my hands on Craig Manson, I'm gonna tear him apart.

Susan:
Oh, David, I've been waiting for you!

David Garner:
You've been waiting... while I've been working.

Susan:
And such long hours, too! It isn't right. I'll have to speak to Mr. Hale about that.

David Garner:
No! Don't. That's the way I got put to work in the first place, your talking to Mr. Hale. So do me a favor... don't do me any favors.

Judd:
I'm still bigger than you!

David Garner:
I reckon I ain't obliged to fight you fair.

Judd:
Now where'd you ever hear of a word like that?

David Garner:
Not from you.

Emily Rossiter:
You're too fine a man to be killed for nothing.

Bernabe Zamora:
You may take my life if you want, my father. I would be almost glad. It is worth very little to me now.

Jess 'Little Elk' Carswell:
[having staked-out Flint McCullough] You know what it is?

Flint McCullough:
Yeah, I know. The rawhide stretch. When the hide dries, it shrinks.

Jess 'Little Elk' Carswell:
You're lucky today. The sun is hot. So it will be quick.

Flint McCullough:
Why don't you kill me and be done with it?

Jess 'Little Elk' Carswell:
You will suffer as you have made us suffer.

Samuel T. Evans:
Aunt Em, I never realized the human body had two hundred bones until today when I cracked every one of 'em.

Aunt Em:
Did you pick any names for the horses, Sam?

Samuel T. Evans:
Yeah, I sure did. But none a lady can use.

Lottie Crane:
Frank, so help me, I'd kill you if we didn't have a date with the preacher.

Major Seth Adams:
A hundred wagons... that means that you've accepted responsibility for better than three hundred lives and you'd better not let 'em down, either.

Horace Best:
I'll do my best.

Major Seth Adams:
That's all any man can ask of you, but you know so many times the best is just not good enough. When you think of all the people, 75 or a 100 of 'em who are gonna die when the cholera hits your camp without you knowin' it's comin'... and that Indian war party that comes down off the high hills, their screams splinter the night and their arrows set fire to it... you say, "Well, I did my best." That's what you say to all those silent dead, "I did my best."

Major Seth Adams:
Yes sir, those barren hillsides where ya know there was gonna be grass - but there wasn't any grass... and then ya come on a dry creek bed where you was sure there was gonna be water - but there isn't any water. Your people are thirsty. All those moments of decision, Horace, those are the tough moments. You have to decide whether to cross the river at night or whether you're gonna wait till dawn... whether ya want to take the uncharted short cut or the long mountain trail that's safe... and all the time you feel that those people are lookin' at ya and waitin'. They're your people, Horace, your people... So finally, ya have to make a decision to move on and at that minute, Horace, you pray that Almighty God is close to your hand when you make that decision.

Mark Hammond:
[referring to Flint McCullough] You might have a tough time breakin' in that young colt.

Major Seth Adams:
Ah, we'll get along all right. I like 'em spunky.

Flint McCullough:
What were you, back in Philadelphia?

John Cameron:
A banker.

Flint McCullough:
Well, bankin' don't help fightin' Indians.

John Cameron:
Poor Julie. She couldn't help being the way she was any more than I could help loving her.

Major Seth Adams:
I get paid to worry, and I intend to earn my keep.

Capt. Wade Forrest:
What did he say?

Flint McCullough:
He said his uncle, Chief White Cloud, has given him the honor of torturing his old friend.

Curly Horse:
Listen well. Torture to begin at daybreak on hot coals that are left...

Capt. Wade Forrest:
[to Flint McCullough] You're the renegade white man, the friend of the Sioux, that killed my men, that put torches to my feet.

Flint McCullough:
Anyway, when we found that you'd been taken alive, I headed back to the fort and Curly headed for the village. He was going to talk to White Cloud to try to get you out. At least that's what he said.

Capt. Wade Forrest:
Yeah. Instead he watched them torture me.

Tracey:
[to Tom] I'm gonna hang you slow, and I'm gonna leave you dangling there.

Major Seth Adams:
All Injuns look alike till you get used to 'em.

Jeff Claymore:
Gettin' used to 'em can take too long. You can be dead by then.

Christopher Hale:
Mr. Clarke, I understand it rains a lot in England. Well, it just goes to show everybody's got problems. You've got rain, we've got Indians. Both can be most inconvenient.

Red Cloud - Indian Chief:
Will white woman who live with wolves come to heal my son?

Flint McCullough:
I don't know.

Red Cloud - Indian Chief:
Without her magic, our warriors will sicken and die, but she will come to save you.

Flint McCullough:
She won't.

Basca:
Then you will die.

Major Seth Adams:
You can't make a man want to live that's already dead inside.

Ruth Owens:
I'm the woman Jimmy was looking for. I'm the woman from the Satin Slipper. I'm his sister. He didn't know anything about me. Nobody did. I thought it was all past and forgotten, that I would never have to think about it again. I know what I did was wrong. I never thought that it wasn't. But I'm starting a new life. You've all left something behind you, something that you don't want to carry with you. You want the West to be a new start, a new kind of life.

Joe Trumbell:
What's a woman for if not to cause some trouble?

Sarah Drummond:
What part of Back East do you come from?

Flint McCullough:
All the way from St. Joe.

Sarah Drummond:
St. Joe! Well, what d'you know about that? I'm from Springfield myself. Born and raised right there in Missouri.

Angela DeVarga:
Don't move, Major Adams, or you will die.

Sergeant Oakes:
[preparing to use a bullwhip] Mr. McCullough, I want you to understand, this isn't anything personal.

Bill Hawks:
I don't have the stomach to lay a bullwhip to the back of a friend of mine, no matter what he's done.

Vivian Carter:
Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be. The last of life for which the first was made. partial quote from poem by Robert Browning.

Major Seth Adams:
Willy, you're an idiot but you're my kind of idiot.