Rio Grande

Mrs. Kathleen York:
To my only rival, the United States Cavalry.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
I don't want you men to be fooled about what's coming up for you. Torture, at least that. The War Department promised me 180 men. They sent me eighteen. You are the eighteen...so each of you will have to do the work of ten men. If you fail, I'll have you spread-eagled on a wagon wheel. If you desert, you'll be found, tracked down and broken into bits. That is all.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
But put out of your mind any romantic ideas that it's a way of glory. It's a life of suffering and hardship, an uncompromising devotion to your oath and your duty.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
But he must learn that a man's word to anything, even his own destruction, is his honor.

Gen. Philip Sheridan:
I'm going to issue you an order and give it to you personally. I want you to cross the Rio Grande, hit the Apache and burn him out. I'm tired of hit-and-run. I'm sick of diplomatic hide-and-seek.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
Is it dark enough for you to get in there?

Trooper Travis Tyree:
With two men I pick, sir.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
Two men you pick? I know you're a excellent judge of horse flesh, Trooper Tyree. You proved that when you stole my horse. But how are you as a judge of men for a dangerous mission?

Trooper Travis Tyree:
I consider myself a good judge of men I trust, sir.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
Any liquor in this village?

Trooper Travis Tyree:
Mucho tequila. They were slugging it down copious like when I left.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
Drums? Singing?

Trooper Travis Tyree:
Yes, sir.

Lt. Col. Kirby York:
Vengeance dance. They'll dance until dawn.