- William Parcher: What is that?
- Henry Victor: Hmm?
- William Parcher: What the hell is that?
- Henry Victor: It's a tobacco pouch.
- William Parcher: It's ugly as shit.
- Henry Victor: Yeah. Come off an Injun. Big buck by the name o' Sack-o-Tabacky.
- William Parcher: Jesus Christ.
- Dobie Spacks: W-What is it?
- Henry Victor: Shit, son.
- William Parcher: It's a scrotum, Dobie.
- Henry Victor: [to Coffey] You wanna go face an Indian war party on your lonesome? Those blanketheads will peel you like an orange, boy.
- Fergus Coffey: [taking a photo from his jacket] That's Maryanne.
- Walnut Callaghan: She yours?
- Fergus Coffey: I was working on her.
- Fergus Coffey: He called you Walnut.
- Walnut Callaghan: Yeah, he did.
- Fergus Coffey: Is that your name?
- Walnut Callaghan: The name's Callaghan.
- Fergus Coffey: Callaghan. You Irish?
- [they both smile]
- John Clay: Why do you spend so much time rubbin' that boy's belly? He already thinks you're Jesus Crockett.
- William Parcher: I'm courtin' his mother.
- John Clay: That's Gertrude Spacks' boy?
- William Parcher: Yeah, oh. Oh.
- John Clay: Skinny woman. Might as well just poke the boy.
- William Parcher: That's not a very godly sentiment, John.
- Dobie Spacks: [while observing an Indian with binoculars] He's seen us.
- Henry Victor: You think I didn't know that?
- Dobie Spacks: Why ain't he running?
- Henry Victor: Well, why don't we ask him?
- [takes aim and shoots the Indian's horse, killing it]
- Fergus Coffey: I came close to joining the army after New York. Impossible to get work there. No one will hire the Irish on account of us being a bunch of thieves and beggars.
- Walnut Callaghan: Sounds familiar.
- Dull Knife: [speaking in Indian language] I'm glad they like white men, too.
- Henry Victor: What was that?
- Ten Bear: He says he likes white men.
- Ten Bear: [speaking in Indian language] Where do we find the Burrowers?
- Dull Knife: [speaking in Indian language] They'll find you. Even if you do taste like white man, now.
- William Parcher: Here, it's yours.
- [passes Coffey a crucifix he's just taken from a victim]
- Fergus Coffey: What do I do with it?
- William Parcher: Hellfire, I don't know. Find comfort in your Maker. It's your watch.
- [passes him his rifle]
- John Clay: [to Coffey] If you so much as touch that gun without my say-so, I will holster it in your ass.
- John Clay: You think that Sioux back there was Burrower tribe?
- William Parcher: There's more flavours of Soiux that I can count.
- John Clay: How come we never heard of them before?
- William Parcher: I can't say. But I expect they'll introduce themselves shortly. The Mick ain't made us the most popular white men in Dakota.
- Walnut Callaghan: We've got a fire.
- William Parcher: Careful, we don't know if these are friendlies.
- Fergus Coffey: Yeah, well, as long as they are human.
- William Parcher: [to Coffey] We find the Utes; they lead us to the Burrower tribe; we kill the Burrowers; you get your girl; you build a cabin on the prairie and you play American.
- [last lines]
- Henry Victor: Well, I guess all we can do is make sure them Indians never do something like this again.
- Faith: [speaking in Indian language] When the blood is thick and the organs are soft, they return and eat. They drink.