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.
[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.
[last lines]
Frank T. Hopkins: Let 'er buck.
Frank T. Hopkins: Nobody hurts my 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.
[first lines]
Frank T. Hopkins: [to Hidalgo] C'mon little brother. Checkout time. Yeah.
Preston Webb: I didn't join this race to finish in second place!
Frank T. Hopkins: Why did you then?
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