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?
Sheik Riyadh:
Tell me about this Wyatt Earp... and Doctor Holliday.
Frank T. Hopkins:
Tell him to fetch more water.
[
Yusef yells at the slave boy in Arabic and sends him off with a kick]
Frank T. Hopkins:
Hey.
[
hands Yusef another bucket]
Frank T. Hopkins:
You, too.
Yusef:
Why do you buy this boy, anyway?
Frank T. Hopkins:
Someone has to do your work, goatherder!
Sheik Riyadh:
How is the coffee? If you were to put a horseshoe in it, do you suppose it would stand erect?
Katib:
At your age uncle, I suppose it is that only thing that might!
Sheik Riyadh:
Boldly spoken... for a man with no wives.
Aziz:
You are most wise to tie your horse. Were he to cover an Arab mare,
[
... ]
Aziz:
the foal would have to be destroyed before it touches the ground... as would the sire.
Frank T. Hopkins:
[
to Hidalgo] You hear that? Keep your pride tucked.
Frank T. Hopkins:
[
after Hidalgo has thrown him off] You're lucky this gun's got blanks.
[
trips off banner fence]
Frank T. Hopkins:
Gift from above.
[
picks up the dead loctus and takes a bit]
Frank T. Hopkins:
Once you get past the legs its not to bad.
Buffalo Bill Cody:
Hidalgo is a legend. He's never lost a long distance race.
Annie Oakley:
We're betting on the last American cowboy!
Jazira:
The Indians of the West. You have seen their vanishing kind?
Frank T. Hopkins:
I am their kind.
Aziz:
What shall I tell his Excellency?
Frank T. Hopkins:
You can tell him pound sand for all I care.
Frank T. Hopkins:
[
sees the sandstorm] What in hellfire...?
Frank T. Hopkins:
I'm not a gambling man.
Sheik Riyadh:
Quite the contrary. You are gambling with your very life!
Jazira:
Take care... Blue Child.
Sheik Riyadh:
[
Frank offers his Colt to the Sheik] I lost the race.
Frank T. Hopkins:
But you won a friend.
Buffalo Bill Cody:
[
about Hopkins] Can cross the country in thirty days but can't find his horse backstage!
Frank T. Hopkins:
I'd take a warm gin over ice any day, General.
Aziz:
Have you never seen a slave market, Mr. Frank?
Frank T. Hopkins:
Get out of here mister. Leave me be.
Yusef:
This is not possible...I was charged with the crime of stealing milk. As punishment I have been assigned to the American and his horse.
Frank T. Hopkins:
You're working for me?
Yusef:
It was this or be removed of my left hand. The future will tell if I have chosen poorly.
Frank T. Hopkins:
Western justice, partner.
Frank T. Hopkins:
[
put his hat down next to Hidalgo] Well, what do you make of it so far?
[
Hidalgo picks up Hopkins' hat with his mouth]
Frank T. Hopkins:
Nope, too late to turn back now.
Sheik Riyadh:
Never before has a foreigner partaken in the Great Race.
Frank T. Hopkins:
For a man of such high rank you're kind of short, Aziz.
Jaffa:
If any harm has befallen the child, I shall remove your head myself!
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