Comanche Territory

James Bowie:
I'll get it out as quick as I can.

Dan'l Seeger:
There's no hurry, son. Only don't throw it away. I like to save lead folks take out of me. I got nearly three pounds of it.

James Bowie:
So this is the mighty Quisima who sat on the council of the white man in Washington. This is Quisima who gave one hand in friendship to his white brothers while the other hand held a knife. This is Quisima whose words is shifting as the wind, whose tongue twists like a river of many branches. this is Quisima, breaker of treaties. Today, the Comanche is held in honor and respect like the mountain that never yields, or the sun that never changes. Tomorrow he will be driven off like a dog that wanders close to a campfire to tkae his place among men.

Stacey Howard:
You all know what we're here for. I had you men picked because I think you all feel the way I do. We didn't come out here for the good of the glorious West... but for our own good. And that being so, we're moving on Comanche territory tonight.

Quisima:
If Comanches must die, they will die like men... but never give up sacred soil of their fathers.

Dan'l Seeger:
You'll find this mighty interesting, Jim. Them bucks out there come galloping by and see how close they can come to us with their arrows and then they try again ten paces further on... and so on.

James Bowie:
It's that "so on" that bothers me.

Katie Howard:
All right, mister, draw! I said, draw!

James Bowie:
Sorry, ma'am. Back in Louisiana, when we meet any pretty ladies, we make love to them, we kiss them, spank 'em on occasion... but we never go around shootin' 'em.

Dan'l Seeger:
She sure is a pretty girl.

James Bowie:
She sure is.

Dan'l Seeger:
Too bad she's always wearing buckskin and keeping her figure covered.

James Bowie:
At your age, Dan'l, you shouldn't be lookin'.

Dan'l Seeger:
At my age, there ain't much else to do!