Harrison Destry: Pretty hard to talk about the West without talkin' about Indians. They were part of it. Sometimes the most important part. Now, I don't hold with the argument that the only good Indian is a dead Indian - on the other hand I never went along with the bleeding hearts who thought that an Indian was a saint just because he didn't know any better. Of course, civilization did affect the Indians some. Some of them settled down on reservations or missions and turned out right peaceful and friendly, but some of them, especially the Comanches, stuck to their quaint, unspoiled, natural way of life. The Commanches were just about the nastiest critters in the Southwest. In time, I not only grew to respect 'em; I learned to downright dislike 'em.
[Destry tries to raise money to get into a poker game]
Harrison Destry: How much will you give me for the horse?
Harrison Destry: You know that river about 18 miles south of town?
Reverend Mr. Foote: I know the place.
Harrison Destry: Well, there's a wagon load of bibles down there. Thought you might like to have em.
Reverend Mr. Foote: Why, thank you!
Harrison Destry: They're in Comanche territory.
Reverend Mr. Foote: Ohh. Well, I fear her father was not a very practical man.
Harrison Destry: We could with more impracticable men like that, Reverend. Wouldn't hurt any at all.