- General Wyatt: Captain, you've heard, of course, that California may be admitted into the Union as a state?
- Buck Pearson: I've heard some Congressional rumblings, sir.
- General Wyatt: Well, we're getting a lot of troublesome reports from out there. The Constitution of the United States guarantees protection for all people within its borders, but there are unscrupulous men at work creating a reign of terror against the Mexican landowners.
- Buck Pearson: There's always disorder where there's gold and fertile land involved, sir, and that country has both.
- Buck Pearson: I'd like to get a room.
- Bartender: All right. Sign here.
- Buck Pearson: How much are they?
- Bartender: Thirty dollars.
- Buck Pearson: Thirty dollars is pretty steep for a week, isn't it?
- Bartender: Thirty dollars a day!
- Buck Pearson: The room ought to be big enough to hold my horse.
- Bartender: Oh, two in a room? That'll be ten dollars extra.
- Buck Pearson: I was here a while ago, but the office was closed.
- Land Agent Barclay: I know. I was at a funeral.
- Buck Pearson: Oh, I guess you don't feel any too much like working today, then.
- Land Agent Barclay: Oh, I don't know. It wasn't my funeral.
- Buck Pearson: Isn't he the land agent here?
- Land Agent Barclay: He was. I told you I was at a funeral.
- Buck Pearson: Oh. What happened?
- Land Agent Barclay: Poisoning.
- Buck Pearson: Ptomaine?
- Land Agent Barclay: Lead.
- Mal Halstead: And in case you should happen to find any Mexicans camping out on the place, you know what to do.
- Buck Pearson: Why, no. Just exactly what do I do?
- Mal Halstead: Throw 'em off! They don't belong there. And if they holler, gun 'em off! This land is for Americans.
- Buck Pearson: Ohh, I throw 'em off?
- Mal Halstead: That's right... and you might let me know how you make out.
- Juan Cantova: Maybe you'll suffer a little bit before you die.
- Mal Halstead: They'll hang you, Mexican!
- Juan Cantova: But you will not live to see it.
- [last lines]
- General Wyatt: Captain Pearson!
- Buck Pearson: Yes, sir!
- General Wyatt: Your orders are to return to California to cement our friendship with our new Americans. Of course, I shall be the best man at the wedding.
- Buck Pearson: Is that an order, sir?
- General Wyatt: It is, Captain.
- [to Dolores]
- Buck Pearson: That's an order.
- Dolores Cantova: Orders are orders.
- [Buck bends to kiss Dolores]
- General Wyatt: Captain Pearson!
- Buck Pearson: Yes, sir!
- General Wyatt: One mile from the flagpost.