(Kicks the rifle from Maj. Heyward's hand while he aims at a Mohawk that Chingachgook is chasing) ...In case your aim isn't any better than your judgment.

Chingachgook: Great Spirit, Maker of All Life. A warrior goes to you swift and straight as an arrow shot into the sun. Welcome him and let him take his place at the council fire of my people. He is Uncas, my son. Tell them to be patient and ask death for speed; for they are all there but one - I, Chingachgook - Last of the Mohicans.

Colonel Munro: Death and honor are thought to be the same, but today I have learned that sometimes they are not.

Gen. Webb: Kindly inform Major Heyward that he has little to fear from this General Marquis de Montcalm in the first place; and scant need of a colonial militia in the second because the French haven't the nature for war. Their Gallic laziness combines with their Latinate voluptuousness with the result that they would rather eat and make love with their faces than fight.

Magua: When the Grey Hair is dead, Magua will eat his heart. Before he dies, Magua will put his children under the knife, so the Grey Hair will know his seed is wiped out forever.

Cora Munro: Justice? If that's justice than the sooner French guns blow the English out of America the better it will be for the people here!
Colonel Munro: You do not know what you're saying, girl!
Cora Munro: Yes I do, I know exactly what what I'm saying, and if it is sedition, than I am guilty of sedition too!

Cora Munro: They're going to hang you. Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?
Hawkeye: Because what I'm interested in is right here.

Cora Munro: What are you looking at, sir?
Hawkeye: I'm looking at you, miss.

Cora Munro: [hasn't moved] Though they are strangers, they are at least entitled to a Christian burial!
Hawkeye: [shaking his head] Let us go, miss.
Cora Munro: I will not. I have seen the face of war before, Mr. Poe, but never war made on women and children. And almost as cruel is your indifference.
[Hawkeye turns back and rapidly approaches her. She takes a step back, fearful.] Hawkeye: [contained] Miss Munro. [pause] They are not strangers .... And they stay as they lay ...!

Hawkeye: [to the Hurons] Take me!
Maj. Heyward: [as he is being forced away] I told them to take me. Take me! My compliments, sir! Take her and get out!
Cora Munro: Duncan! Duncan, no!

Hawkeye: My father says...
Cora Munro: [interupting] Your Father?
Hawkeye: Chingachgook told me, "Don't try to understand them; and don't try to make them understand you. For they are a breed apart and make no sense."

Hawkeye: My father's people say that at the birth of the sun and of his brother the moon, their mother died. So the sun gave to the earth her body, from which was to spring all life. And he drew forth from her breast the stars, and the stars he threw into the night sky to remind him of her soul. So there's the Cameron's monument. My folks' too, I guess.
Cora Munro: You are right, Mr. Poe. We do not understand what is happening here. And it's not as I imagined it would be, thinking of it in Boston and in London...

Hawkeye: Sorry to disappoint you.
Cora Munro: No, on the contrary. It is more deeply stirring to my blood than any imagining could possibly have been.

Jack Winthrop: You're not coming with us?
Hawkeye: I've got a reason to stay.
Jack Winthrop: That reason wear a striped skirt and work in the surgery?
Hawkeye: It does. No offense, but it's a better looking reason than you, Jack Winthrop.

Maj. Heyward: And who empowered these colonials to pass judgement on England's policies, and to come and go without so much as a "by your leave"?
Cora Munro: They do not live their lives "by your leave"! They hack it out of the wilderness with their own two hands, burying their children along the way!