Frank T. Hopkins: Mister... you can say anything you want about me. I'm gonna have to ask you not to talk about my horse that way.
Prince Bin Al Reeh: You will not defeat me. I am born of a great tribe, People of the Horse.
Frank T. Hopkins: So am I.
Preston Webb: I didn't join this race to finish in second place!
Frank T. Hopkins: Why did you then?
Sheik Riyadh: How is the coffee? If you were to put a horseshoe in it, do you suppose it would stand erect?
Katib: At your age uncle, I suppose it is that only thing that might!
Sheik Riyadh: Boldly spoken... for a man with no wives.
Aziz: You are most wise to tie your horse. Were he to cover an Arab mare,
Aziz: the foal would have to be destroyed before it touches the ground... as would the sire.
Frank T. Hopkins: [to Hidalgo] You hear that? Keep your pride tucked.
Frank T. Hopkins: [after Hidalgo has thrown him off] You're lucky this gun's got blanks.
[trips off banner fence]
Frank T. Hopkins: Gift from above.
[picks up the dead loctus and takes a bit]
Frank T. Hopkins: Once you get past the legs its not to bad.
Buffalo Bill Cody: Hidalgo is a legend. He's never lost a long distance race.
Annie Oakley: We're betting on the last American cowboy!
Jazira: The Indians of the West. You have seen their vanishing kind?
Frank T. Hopkins: I am their kind.
Aziz: What shall I tell his Excellency?
Frank T. Hopkins: You can tell him pound sand for all I care.
Frank T. Hopkins: Get out of here mister. Leave me be.
Yusef: This is not possible...I was charged with the crime of stealing milk. As punishment I have been assigned to the American and his horse.
Frank T. Hopkins: You're working for me?
Yusef: It was this or be removed of my left hand. The future will tell if I have chosen poorly.
Jazira: I would know you only as a white man.
Frank T. Hopkins: Maybe I got good at hiding my face, too.
Jazira: I do not know if you are a good as it is said, but I have faith in the painted stallion. It is said that you captured him in the wild.
Frank T. Hopkins: Badlands. Long time ago.
Jazira: How did you tame him?
Frank T. Hopkins: I didn't.
Frank T. Hopkins: Only fools or gamblers walk behind a stange mare, Sheikh! You can believe that.
Sheik Riyadh: Is that a passage from the Bible?
Jazira: [without niqab] Why do I feel that you truly see me when others do not?
Frank T. Hopkins: Well, my horse likes ya.
[the Sheik offers to shake Frank's hand]
Frank T. Hopkins: What about your ability to tell the future?
Sheik Riyadh: If I had the ability to foretell the future, perhaps I would have bet on a painted horse.
Sheik Riyadh: And you, an unbeliever in the tent of a man who can trace his very blood back to Adam, you will be removed of your infidel self.
Frank T. Hopkins: Removed of my what?
Sheik Riyadh: Like a stallion not worthy of breeding.
Frank T. Hopkins: [to Hidalgo] C'mon little brother. Checkout time. Yeah.
Sheik Riyadh: Tell me about this Wyatt Earp... and Doctor Holliday.
Frank T. Hopkins: Tell him to fetch more water.
[Yusef yells at the slave boy in Arabic and sends him off with a kick]
Frank T. Hopkins: Hey.
[hands Yusef another bucket]
Frank T. Hopkins: You, too.
Yusef: Why do you buy this boy, anyway?
Frank T. Hopkins: Someone has to do your work, goatherder!
Frank T. Hopkins: I'm not a gambling man.
Sheik Riyadh: Quite the contrary. You are gambling with your very life!
Sheik Riyadh: [Frank offers his Colt to the Sheik] I lost the race.
Frank T. Hopkins: But you won a friend.
Buffalo Bill Cody: [about Hopkins] Can cross the country in thirty days but can't find his horse backstage!
Frank T. Hopkins: I'd take a warm gin over ice any day, General.
Frank T. Hopkins: [put his hat down next to Hidalgo] Well, what do you make of it so far?
[Hidalgo picks up Hopkins' hat with his mouth]
Frank T. Hopkins: Nope, too late to turn back now.
Sheik Riyadh: Never before has a foreigner partaken in the Great Race.
Frank T. Hopkins: For a man of such high rank you're kind of short, Aziz.
Jaffa: If any harm has befallen the child, I shall remove your head myself!