Pvt. Toffler: Sick man outside! SICK MAN OUTSIDE!
Ives: I found your Private Reich up there... or what was left of him. You didn't finish! Well, I can't blame you: he was tough.
Ives: But then, a good soldier ought to be.
Colhoun: Breakfast. Lunch. And Reinforcements.
Ives: It's not courage to resist me Boyd. It's courage to accept me.
Colonel Hart: A little too much bourbon in his bourbon.
Ives: That was very... sneaky
Lindus: How did you get behind the enemy line?
Captain John Boyd: I froze. I was scared.
Lindus: Scared? You froze while the rest of your unit fought and died? What did you do then?
Captain John Boyd: I played dead.
Lindus: But you made it behind enemy lines.
Captain John Boyd: I was buried, with my commanding officer's half shot off head in my face, his blood running down my throat.
Lindus: So how did you take the command post?
Captain John Boyd: Something... something had changed.
Lindus: We're gonna promote you, Boyd. We could shoot you. But as you singlehandedly captured the enemy command it might set a bad precedent.
Ives: If you die first, I am definitely going to eat you, but the question is, if I die, what are you going to do? Bon appétit... Eat or die.
Ives: (takes a big breath of smoke) You know, not too long ago I couldn't do that. Could barely take a breath without coughing up a pint of blood. Tuberculosis. That along with fierce headaches... depression... suicidal ambition. I was in pretty horrible shape. In fact I was on my way to a sanatorium to convalesce when a native scout told me a curious story. Man eats the flesh of another, he takes the other man's strength, absorbs his spirit. Well. Naturally I just had to try. Consequently I ate the scout first and you know he was absolutely right. I grew stronger. Tuberculosis? Vanished. As did the headaches and the black thoughts. I returned that spring happy. And healthy. And virile...
Colhoun: You know, if you die first, I am definitely going to eat you. The question is, if I die first, what are you going to do? Bon Appetit
Colhoun: I said no food. I didn't say there was nothing to eat.
Ives: (looking out over the mountains) Manifest destiny. You know come april, thousands of gold-hungry Americans will over those mountains, on their way to new lives, passing right through...
(turns around indicating Fort Spencer)
Colonel Hart: Stew a la Major Knox...
Ives: Eat to live. Don't live to eat.
Ives: Of course, we've no wish to recruit everyone. We've enough mouths to feed as it is!