[to bounty hunter] Dyin' ain't much of a livin', boy.
Hell with them fellas. Buzzards gotta eat, same as worms.
There ain't no forgettin'.
Now remember, when things look bad and it looks like you're not gonna make it, then you gotta get mean. I mean plumb, mad-dog mean. 'Cause if you lose your head and you give up then you neither live nor win. That's just the way it is.
[while aiming his scoped rifle at a ferry rope] Well, Mr. Carpetbagger we've got something in this territory called the Missouri boat ride.
Are you gonna pull those pistols or whistle 'Dixie'?
I wore this frock coat in Washington, before the war. We wore them because we belonged to the five civilized tribes. We dressed ourselves up like Abraham Lincoln. We only got to see the Secretary of the Interior, and he said: "Boy! You boys sure look civilized.!" he congratulated us and gave us medals for looking so civilized. We told him about how our land had been stolen and our people were dying. When we finished he shook our hands and said, "endeavor to persevere!" They stood us in a line: John Jumper, Chili McIntosh, Buffalo Hump, Jim Buckmark, and me — I am Lone Watie. They took our pictures. And the newspapers said, "Indians vow to endeavor to persevere."
We thought about it for a long time, "Endeavor to persevere." And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union.
I didn't surrender neither. But they took my horse and made him surrender...Now he's pullin' a wagon up in Kansas.
All I have is a piece of hard rock candy. But it's not for eating. It's just for looking through.
You know she thinks I'm some kind of a Cherokee chief.