The Man Behind the Gun

Major Ransome Callicut:
[as voiceover narrator] Los Angeles - thirty difficult miles from San Pedro. Here in the tropical sun it was hard to believe that the City of Angels had its share of unholy activities.

Vic Sutro:
[During a stagecoach robbery] Lady, you may be a schoolteacher, but I like your spirit. In fact, I'll like you as soon as I pick up a little currency here. You and I are going for a horseback ride.

Lora Roberts:
You're insane!

Vic Sutro:
I would be if I passed you up.

Major Ransome Callicut:
I'll get Creegan. I'll chop off the head of the scorpion; then the legs won't be able to crawl.

Sgt. 'Monk' Walker:
[In disguise as a pioneer woman] If I die like this, don't bury me. Just perfume the body.

Cpl. Olaf Swenson:
You'll do! At a distance you look just like a woman.

Sgt. 'Monk' Walker:
Anybody who don't keep that distance gets surprised!

Lora Roberts:
Your mother and father were killed by the Indians. The Third Cavalry found you and raised you. Raised you on blood and black powder.

Major Ransome Callicut:
And saber floggings! That's how I learned religion.

Lora Roberts:
Religion?

Major Ransome Callicut:
Duty! - The religion of the Army. Forget it for a minute and a tough sergeant beats it back into you with the flat of a saber. Duty's a god, Miss Roberts, a jealous god! It makes demands. It tears you to pieces, but you kneel down and...

Lora Roberts:
Yes. Yes, I think I understand duty - the same thing that makes me teach school in a place that... [They stare at each other for a long time and embrace]