Sgt. Gomez Quotes in Major Dundee (1965)

[Major Dundee and his staff find Lieutenant Bannon tortured over a slow fire]

Maj. Amos Dundee: I hope he was dead when they did that to him.

Sgt. Gomez: If he was dead, they wouldn't have bothered.

Sgt. Gomez: [after Dahlstrom gets into a fight with Benteen, the Confederate soldiers stand up with knives drawn] You Southern trash, sit down!

Sgt. Chillum: [stands up] Was you talkin' to me, Sergeant? Well, maybe you dunno know it, but you're a-fixin' to be tried!

Sgt. Gomez: Benjamin Priam, sir.

Maj. Amos Dundee: What do you do, Mr. Priam?

Benjamin Priam: [mumbles unintelligibly]

Maj. Amos Dundee: What did you say?

Benjamin Priam: [mumbles]

Maj. Amos Dundee: Speak up! I can't hear you!

Benjamin Priam: [screaming] I'm a horse thief!

Maj. Amos Dundee: [smirks] Are you a *good* horse thief?

Benjamin Priam: Yes, sir. The best there *is*, sir!

Wiley: If you're lookin' for hard-ridin', Injun-fightin' whiskey drinkin' mulepackers, then by *God* you've got one!

Maj. Amos Dundee: What in the hell am I supposed to do with you?

Sgt. Gomez: He's the biggest drunk, but the best mule packer in the Territory, sir.

Maj. Amos Dundee: What's your name?

Wiley: Wiley.

Maj. Amos Dundee: All right, Wiley. Make your mark.

Wiley: Whiskey?

Maj. Amos Dundee: All you can drink...

[Wiley signs the contract]

Maj. Amos Dundee: ...when you've earned it. Sergeant, take him to a cell and dry him out.

[Sergeant Gomez escorts Wiley out of the room]

Wiley: Well! I ain't never seen anything like this before!

Sgt. Gomez: Any of you damn gringos fires before the signal, I swear to God, I'll kill you!

Sgt. Gomez: [as the survivor's command emerges from the river] All present and accounted for, sir.

Maj. Amos Dundee: Lieutenant Graham.

Lt. Graham: Yes, sir?

Maj. Amos Dundee: Column of twos.

Lt. Graham: Column of twos!

Maj. Amos Dundee: [to Ryan] Play us a tune, son.

Maj. Amos Dundee: Captain Tyreen, is the prospect of your serving under your country's flag once again more appealing than continuing to drag its chains in this prison?

Capt. Benjamin Tyreen: It is *not* my country, Major Dundee. I damn its flag, and I damn you. And I would rather *hang* than serve!

[the Confederate prisoners begin whistling "Dixie" and rattling their chains, creating a loud racket]

Sgt. Gomez: [to Dundee] Corporal Veitch just died, sir.

Maj. Amos Dundee: [shouts] Then hang you shall!

[noise dies down]

Maj. Amos Dundee: You're going to stand trial for a charge of murder, Ben. You and your four good friends. That guard you clubbed just died.