Chuka

Helena Chavez:
Tell me Señor, are you as bad as they say?

Chuka:
No man is as bad as they say, Señorita.

Trent:
Wake me up when it's time to die.

Chuka:
Are you scared of dyin', Lou?

Trent:
Not particularly. It just comes an inconvenient time.

Col. Stuart Valois:
It will be wonderful to dine instead of to feed. It seems to be the routine when men in a country like this are isolated. I miss the conversation... the eloquence of dining in mixed company.

Col. Stuart Valois:
I've discovered, Mr. Chuka, that to a savage kindness means weakness. He'll despise you for it. The moment you turn your back, he'll put a knife in it. I offer you that piece of intelligence. It might save your life someday.

Chuka:
Colonel, they're awful hungry out there. I think they're mean. And unless you give them food or the rifles to hunt their own, they're gonna come in here and take it. That's a little piece of intelligence that might save your life sometime.

Col. Stuart Valois:
How many men have you killed?

Chuka:
I stopped counting at sixteen.

Col. Stuart Valois:
Were they fair fights? Mr. Chuka! Where they fair fights?

Chuka:
Fifteen were fair.

Col. Stuart Valois:
And what is fair to you, Mr. Chuka

Chuka:
They were facing me. They had a chance at me.

Col. Stuart Valois:
And the sixteenth?

Chuka:
I shot him in the back of the head. But like the doctor here, I can't prove that he stuck a knife in me and was stealing my horse.

Sgt. Otto Hansbach:
Where are you from?

Chuka:
Anywhere I happen to be.

Col. Stuart Valois:
Please don't allow the actions and therefore the discipline of one man to disturb you.

Veronica Kleits:
In a lifetime, Colonel Valois, I have learned that one man is the image of all men.

Veronica Kleits:
You have become quite hard.

Chuka:
Since I didn't measure up to your standards in life, madame, I had to find a way to bring people down to mine.

Veronica Kleits:
With your gun, I hear, Senor Chuka.

Chuka:
With my gun, Senora Kleits

Sgt. Otto Hansbach:
Now you can pull that gun of yours and shoot me where I stand, or you can defend yourself as best you can, because I intend to beat you into the gruond with my fists. Now, I'm waiting on ya!

Col. Stuart Valois:
You reek of whiskey, Trent! Not exactly the quality one looks for in a Chief Scout.