Tuttle: Ah, I know this, uh, may sound sort of crazy--I mean to a man I have to kill--but, ah, I wonder if we could just sort of, sit down and talk for a spell. You know, like nothin' was gonna happen.
Paladin: Let's have breakfast.
Tuttle: And myself, Logan. Tell us about me.
Logan: Uh, I've always said you were a gentleman. A fine gentleman.
Tuttle: Which means I'm a killer. I've killed thirty-one men Paladin, I'm not fit to--(to Logan) get out of it, will you? Get out, or...(Logan scuttles out)...or I'll kill you! That's the only way I can think anymore, Paladin.
Paladin: Sam, the thing that ruins most banquets...is the speeches.
Tuttle: Trouble is, murderers like me don't usually get a chance to make one.
Tuttle: You actually think that you can beat me. You have some crazy idea about trying to outshoot me. Is that it?
Paladin: No......no, I won't be able to beat you. But I'm fast enough to hurry your shot, and I promise you if your aim's a quarter of an inch off my reflexes will kill you as I go down.