Martin: I hope you die!
Ethan: That'll be the day.

Martin: You know, Laurie, I was just thinking that maybe it's about time you and me started going steady, huh?
Laurie Jorgensen: Why, Martin Pawley, you and me been going steady since we was three years old!
Martin: We have?
Laurie Jorgensen: 'Bout time you found out about it.

Laurie Jorgensen: [Martin is preparing to join a raid against the Indians and rescue Debbie] You're not goin', not this time.
Martin: Are you crazy?
Laurie Jorgensen: It's too late. She's a woman grown now.
Martin: But I gotta go, Laurie, I gotta fetch her home.
Laurie Jorgensen: Fetch what home? The leavings a Comanche buck sold time and again to the highest bidder, with savage brats of her own?
Martin: Laurie, shut your mouth.
Laurie Jorgensen: Do you know what Ethan will do if he has a chance? He'll put a bullet in her brain.
[pause]
Laurie Jorgensen: I tell you, Martha would want him to.
Martin: Only if I'm dead.

Laurie Jorgensen: [reading a letter from Martin on his Indian wife] "She wasn't nearly as old as you." How old does he think I am?

Lars Jorgensen: It's this country killed my boy. Yes by golly I tell you, Ethan...
Mrs. Jorgensen: No Lars. It just so happens we be Texicans. Texican is nothing but a human man way out on a limb. This year and next, and maybe for a hundred more. But I don't think it'll be forever. Some day this country's gonna be a fine, good place to be. Maybe it needs our bones in the ground before that time can come.

Lars Jorgensen: Two letters in one year! By golly!

[after a double-take, Ethan and Martin recognize Debbie as the captive who shows them a lance of human scalps in Chief Scar's tent]
Ethan: We've seen scalps before.
Chief Scar: [shows them the gold locket that Ethan gave Debbie] This before?
Ethan: [to Figuroa] I came to trade, not to admire his collection. Tell him we'll pitch camp the other side of the creek. Talk tomorrow.

[first lines]
[seeing a horseman in the distance]
Aaron Edwards: Ethan?
Debbie Edwards: Hush, Prince.
Lucy Edwards: That's your Uncle Ethan!
Martha Edwards: [he approaches] Welcome home, Ethan!

Ethan: Figure a man's only good for one oath at a time; I took mine to the Confederate States of America.

Reverend Clayton: Ethan, I gotta ask you and Martin to take a ride to State Capital.
Ethan: Is this an invite to a necktie party, Reverend?