Randolph Gale:
Come back here!

Fordyce Mortimer:
What's the matter now?

Randolph Gale:
We're staying until after dark.

Fordyce Mortimer:
But what for?

Randolph Gale:
There's something I want to attend to before I get out of these mountains.

Fordyce Mortimer:
I was hoping to die of old age like normal people.

Doc Belding:
You know, weddings are something like measles.

Judith Belding:
Measles?

Doc Belding:
Yeah, you got to have 'em once to get used to 'em.

Randolph Gale:
Hey! Aren't you taking the wrong trail?

Fordyce Mortimer:
All trails lead out of these mountains, and right now that's my life's ambition.

Moya:
White women, squaw women, just the same... cannot tell which way they will jump.