Have Gun - Will Travel

Paladin: Will you take the case for five hundred dollars? Nelson: Certainly not, this hasn't anything to do with money, it's a matter of principle. Paladin: Oh. Well, Nelson, why did you study law at all if you don't have the stomach for it? You'd like it if only nice people were arrested. If trials were dainty and sweet-smelling and polite. But you're asked to defend thieves and cutthroats, find yourself in court in the middle of a war, no holds barred, at stake a man's freedom or his life. Well, it's too bad it's so dirty. You really should give up the profession entirely--as a matter of principle.

(Paladin startles Tom Nelson as he is lighting a lamp) Nelson: I don't know how you got in here, but-- Paladin: Nelson, you've got to do something. I will buy you or beat you or torment you, but you will act!

Boldt: What do you want here? Paladin: Well, I'm sure I don't want to talk to you. I may have some business with the man who tells you what to fetch and when to carry. Boldt: You have a roundabout way of asking for trouble.

Paladin: I don't sell men. I sell a job of work, and that's all you pay for. Lovett: All right, you got a deal. I'll pay you when you deliver. From here on you're a deputy sheriff. Paladin: Just like that? Shouldn't I be sworn in by the proper authority? Lovett: Consider yourself sworn in by a proper authority. Here's a badge in case you need it. Paladin: Well, now, anything I acquire that easily can't have much value.

(Paladin looks cautiously over Hey Boy's shoulder into the lobby at two angry young ladies.) Paladin: Oooh. So early in the evening? Hey Boy: I look for you all over. Paladin: Well, I took the brunette out two nights ago, and the blonde the night before that, but I made no further engagements with either one of them. There are other things in life--poker, for instance.