The Paleface

Potter:
Brave men run in my family.

Potter:
That's Indian country out there!

Calamity Jane:
You're not afraid of a few Indians, are you?

Potter:
It's not the Indians I'm afraid of. It's their attitudes.

Potter:
I've been chased by women before, but never when I was awake!

Potter:
Going west in a covered wagon. That's my kind of life. Blazing new frontiers, facing danger, privation, and death. Is *that* my kind of life?

Potter:
Indian country. Do we have to go that way?

Calamity Jane:
Now Painless, I'll be with you. You're not afraid, are you?

Potter:
No. I can always get another scalp.

Potter:
There's a million Indians out here against one coward!

Potter:
[draws his guns] I hope they're loaded. I wish I was, too.

Potter:
Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, I'd like to say a few words.

Pioneer:
Oh, let's get out of here before them redskins come back.

Potter:
Those are the words!