Spirit: There was no end to the strange ways on the two-leggeds.
Spirit: My heart galloped through the skies that night, back to my herd, where I belonged. I wondered if they missed me as much as I missed them.
Spirit: I couldn't understand it. She treated this scrawny two-legged like one of our kind, prancing around him like a love-struck yearling. It was down right unnatural.
Little Creek: I'm never going to ride you, am I? And no-one ever should.
Spirit: I remember the first time I saw a rattler curled up in my path. This one didn't look like a rattler, but I was still thinkin' 'snake'.
Little Indian Girl: Bye-bye horsey.
Spirit: Sometimes a horse has got to do what a horse has got to do.
Little Creek: Take care of her... Spirit... who could not be broken.
Spirit: I had been waiting so long to run free, but that goodbye was harder than I ever imagined. I'll never forget that boy and how we won back our freedom together.