- Israel Boone: [to his grandfather, bedecked in Indian buckskins] You mean those are Gabriel's clothes?
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: The very same. Presented to me by himself as a token of esteem and everlasting friendship. "Timothy," he says, "if there's one race in the world that's likely to whup the Indians - it's the Irish. So let there be everlasting peace between us."
- Israel Boone: He said that to you?
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: He said that.
- First Man: [Mockingly] Well, "Grandpa," since you're such a good friend of Gabriel's, you can do this settlement a favor. Why don't you just drop in on those Choctaws and invite them over for Thanksgiving?
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: Well, I might just do that.
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: Ah, Gabriel. I've walked many a mile to find you. And you know why? I came to invite you to a banquet, a feast in honor of this holiday of ours, this Thanksgiving. We want you all to come and break bread with us.
- Gabriel: In Boonesborough?
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: Aye. You'll all be more than welcome!
- Gabriel: [Chuckling malevolently] We go to Boonesborough.
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: Good.
- Gabriel: But not to make feast. To make war! Our medicine man Grey Cloud here says our medicine is good. Our magic is strong. Today we attack!
- Israel Boone: Gabriel didn't really give you those clothes, did he, Grandpa?
- Timothy Patrick Bryan: Well, it was a half-truth, lad. They were given to me by a man named Gabriel. Gabriel Schwartz. He owns a second-hand store in Philadelphia.