Death Hunt

Constable Alvin Adams:
Well, I just figure any man who risks his neck to save a dog's life isn't going to kill someone for gold teeth.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
What are you starin' at?

Constable Alvin Adams:
Are you Sergeant Edgar Millen?

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Unfortunately. That look on your face would turn good whiskey into sour piss.

Hazel:
This Mountie here says that man should be brought in for trial. Now what are you going to do about it, Edgar?

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
I'm going to close my eyes and pray you disappear.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Never had much luck prayin'.

W.W. Douglas:
If you're headin' up to old Curly's I can save you the journey. Skeeters got him last spring. Ate through his eyelids and pumped him full of poison. Curly finally got a gun and blew his brains out.

Albert Johnson:
That's one way to stop the buzzin'.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Let me give you a little advice, kid. Just throw those law books away, huh? It's better to turn your eyes and let them fight their damn dogs. Damn sight better than them killin' each other.

Constable Alvin Adams:
But you can't let people get away with that - makin' up their own laws.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
The only thing to remember is Millen's Law. You want to stay a Mountie, then all you have to do is keep headquarters happy, huh? 'Cause the only time they're unhappy is when there's an unaccounted for killing. So if you account for all the killings, you live to be a nice, ripe old Mountie just like me. You got that?

Constable Alvin Adams:
Millen, don't you ever have anything good to say?

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Whaddya want? A shout, a holler and a cigar for doing something right for a change?

Constable Alvin Adams:
No, I guess not. Your cigars taste like sh*t and you'd probably crack your face if you laughed out loud!

Sundog/George Washington Lincoln Brown:
Take it easy, kid, take it easy. You have a lot of potential for a rookie, but damn you're ragged.

Constable Alvin Adams:
What do you mean - ragged?

Sundog/George Washington Lincoln Brown:
Look, if you're in a do-or-die contest for big stakes, you let the other guy get a head start on you. Take small swigs and hold your breath, huh? Then it looks like you're getting ahead. When you see it's starting to circulate on him, then its time to bust it down. Then you're past him and then you pray to the good Lord that you get out of the place before you fall flat on your ass.

Sundog/George Washington Lincoln Brown:
Hell, they didn't want to let me in the Majors and you know why.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Damn right, I know why. I musta heard that story six hundred times...

Vanessa:
Why?

Sundog/George Washington Lincoln Brown:
I was too good, that's why. I'd a pitched that ball down Ty Cobb's throat and made George Sisler look like an electric fan.

The Pilot, Capt. Hank Tucker RCAF:
I'm Captain Hank Tucker, RCAF. I've come to bring the fugitive to justice. Where's headquarters?

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
Wherever I'm standin'.

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
If anyone's going to bring in Albert Johnson, it's going to be me - not some bounty hunter or some flyboy buckin' for promotion.

Constable Alvin Adams:
Why you? Why are you so special?

Sergeant Edgar Millen:
He deserves me, not them.