Laurie, reading a letter from Martin... about his new Indian wife.
"She wasn't nearly as old as you... HOW OLD DOES HE THINK I AM?!"
Gotta love that young and innocent Lt. Greenhill.
Lt. Greenhill: Can't I stay? Please?:( Reverend Clayton: ...Oh, all right. But you watch me, boy! I'm the hardcase you're up against out here, not them childish savages! And if you don't hear my first holler, you better read my mind 'cause I don't aim to raise no two hollers on any subject at hand! Lt. Greenhill: (salutes with his sabre and pokes the Reverend in the rear flank) Yes sir! Reverend Clayton: Boy, watch that knife!
Charlie, just Charlie.
"I'll thank you to unhand my fi-an-cy."
(starts a fight, then abruptly stops to give someone back there lost fiddle) "Somebody's fiddle?"
