Last of the Mohicans

Colonel Munro:
Death and honor are thought to be the same, but today I have learned that sometimes they are not.

Hawkeye:
I do not call myself subject to much at all.

Duncan:
There is a war on. How is it you are heading west?

Hawkeye:
Well, we kinda face to the north and, real sudden-like, turn left.

Hawkeye:
Someday I think you and I are going to have a serious disagreement.

Duncan:
And who empowered these colonials to pass judgement on England's policies, and to come and go without so much as a "by your leave"?

Cora Munro:
They do not live their lives "by your leave"! They hack it out of the wilderness with their own two hands, burying their children along the way!

Duncan:
You are defending him because you've become infatuated with him!

Cora Munro:
Duncan, you are a man with a few admirable qualities, but taken as a whole, I was wrong to have thought so highly of you.

Cora Munro:
What are you looking at, sir?

Hawkeye:
I'm looking at you, miss.

Cora Munro:
They're going to hang you. Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?

Hawkeye:
Because what I'm interested in is right here.

Magua:
When the Grey Hair is dead, Magua will eat his heart. Before he dies, Magua will put his children under the knife, so the Grey Hair will know his seed is wiped out forever.

Hawkeye:
I am Le Long Carabine! My death is a great honor to the Huron, take me!

Cora Munro:
Justice? If that's justice than the sooner French guns blow the English out of America the better it will be for the people here!

Colonel Munro:
You do not know what you're saying, girl!

Cora Munro:
Yes I do, I know exactly what what I'm saying, and if it is sedition, than I am guilty of sedition too!

Hawkeye:
My father's people say that at the birth of the sun and of his brother the moon, their mother died. So the sun gave to the earth her body, from which was to spring all life. And he drew forth from her breast the stars, and the stars he threw into the night sky to remind him of her soul. So there's the Cameron's monument. My folks' too, I guess.

Cora Munro:
You are right, Mr. Poe. We do not understand what is happening here. And it's not as I imagined it would be, thinking of it in Boston and in London...

Hawkeye:
Sorry to disappoint you.

Cora Munro:
No, on the contrary. It is more deeply stirring to my blood than any imagining could possibly have been.

Hawkeye:
In case your aim is better than your judgment.

Hawkeye:
No, you submit, do you hear? You be strong, you survive... You stay alive, no matter what occurs! I will find you. No matter how long it takes, no matter how far, I will find you.

Jack Winthrop:
You're not coming with us?

Hawkeye:
I've got a reason to stay.

Jack Winthrop:
That reason wear a striped skirt and work in the surgery?

Hawkeye:
It does. No offense, but it's a better looking reason than you, Jack Winthrop.

Chingachgook:
The frontier moves with the sun and pushes the Red Man of these wilderness forests in front of it until one day there will be nowhere left. Then our race will be no more, or be not us.

Hawkeye:
That is my father's sadness talking.

Chingachgook:
No, it is true. The frontier place is for people like my white son and his woman and their children. And one day there will be no more frontier. And men like you will go too, like the Mohicans. And new people will come, work, struggle. Some will make their life. But once, we were here.

Cora Munro:
The whole world is set on fires.

Maj. Duncan Heyward:
Might I inquire after the situation sir, given that I've seen the French engineering from the ridge above.

Colonel Munro:
The situation is that his guns are bigger than mine and he has more of them. We keep our heads down while his troops dig 30 yards of trench a day. When those trenches are 200 yards from the fort and within range, he'll bring in his 15-inch mortars, lob explosive rounds over our walls, and pound us to dust.

Maj. Duncan Heyward:
I thought all our colonial scouts were in the militia. The militia is fighting the French in the north.

Hawkeye:
I ain't your scout. And we sure ain't no damn militia.

Gen. Webb:
Kindy inform Major Heyward that he has little to fear from this General Marquis de Montcalm in the first place; and scant need of a colonial militia in the second because the French haven't the nature for war. Their Gallic indifference combines with their Latinate voluptuousness with the result that they would rather eat and make love with their faces than fight.

Chingachgook:
Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. He is Uncas, my son. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed; for they are all there but one - I, Chingachgook - Last of the Mohicans.

Cora Munro:
The whole world's on fire isn't it.

Cora Munro:
The whole world's so vile.