- Chingachgook: Great Spirit. Fair warrior goes to you. Swift, straight and unseen like arrow shot into sun. Let him sit at Counsel fire of my tribe. For he is Uncas, my son. My fire, his ashes. Your fire, is bright. Now, all my tribe is there, but one. I, Chingachgook, Last of Mohican.
- Hawkeye: Magua? I wonder what that weasel's doing here?
- Chingachgook: Him scout for Yank-gees. Mohawks take him in tribe - make him blood brother.
- Hawkeye: Mohawk? He was born a Huron. I bet a rifle against a powder horn he's still a Huron.
- Major Heyward: Injuns!
- Magua: My people.
- Major Heyward: Oh? Well, what do they want?
- Magua: Want pale-faced squaws.
- Major Heyward: You see, a British officer never gives in without a struggle.
- Alice: Spoken like a true Britain, sir!
- Major Heyward: And Miss Munro, you may consider yourself in a permanent state of siege.
- Alice: I shall welcome it.
- Hank - Colonial settler: Howdy, Hawkeye! I haven't seen you in a coon's age.
- Magua: Magua great warrior. Big White Chief Munro whip Magua like dog.
- Major Heyward: And you deserved it!
- Magua: Now Magua wipe out scars. Pale-faced squaws live. You die.
- Major Heyward: What on earth are you doing?
- Chingachgook: Listen to beaver. Downstream. Indian sentry. When canoe come, beaver flap tail.
- Major Heyward: If you don't mind sir, I'd like to accompany the young ladies.
- Colonel Munro: Well, that's one way to enjoy a war.
- Major Heyward: I wonder if he can be trusted?
- Alice: What makes you think he can't?
- Major Heyward: Well, after all, he's little more than a white savage himself.
- Alice: Oh, Duncan, don't be such a bear.
- Major Heyward: Fool! Separating our parties like this.
- Chingachgook: Two party alive. Good. One party dead. No good.