Beaumont Butler Buell: You know courage, Perry, is an admirable quality... up to a point. Past that it's insanity.
[tosses Luke a hatchet]
Beaumont Butler Buell: I figure it's always good for a man to know he's earnin' his keep.
[Buell brandishes his pistol]
Beaumont Butler Buell: And before you start talkin' yourself into throwin' that axe, remember I've got five arguments against that you haven't heard yet so start choppin'.
Luke Perry: Captain Beaumont Butler Buell - he ranked right alongside of Stuart, Mosby, Fitzhugh Lee. Whatever happened to him?
Beaumont Butler Buell: Captain Buell died at Gettysburg. I buried him myself.
Luke Perry: I can understand that, but why?
Beaumont Butler Buell: You saw what was left of Virginia - ashes, gravestones, crippled ex-soldiers pickin' rags. I was raised to breed horses and drink mint juleps... to be a professional gentleman. Me a rag picker? Not Beau Buell. I borrowed a horse from a carpetbagger and for some reason he objected. I shot him in self-defense but the posse didn't see it that way and I been ridin' ever since.
Luke Perry: You only been ridin' part of the time, Captain, but you been runnin' all of the time - and not with gentlemen mint julep drinkers and horse breeders. You've been runnin' with a pack of wolves.
Luke Perry: A man once told me officers shouldn't send other men to do a job he couldn't handle himself.