Caleb: (After pretending to almost drop Paladin's valuable pottery urn) I'll buy you a beer, you look a little green around the gills. Two beers. Ah, takes less muscle to smile than to frown, I always say.
Paladin: Oh, you do, do you?
Caleb: I don't like to brag, Mister, but if it wasn't for me to put a little ginger into things, this town'd shrivel up and die of tedium.
Paladin: Well, I trust your fellow citizens appreciate what you're doing for them.
Caleb: You look for appreciation in this world, Mister, you're bound to die a disappointed man. No, sir. I get my satisfaction out of a job well done.