Paladin: Danceman, why do you have to kill?
Danceman: (Fires a gun) Nobody owns life. We just rent it. Try to get it as cheap as possible. People make things. Babies. Poems, gold, silver. What do you make? Tell you what you make. Dead bodies is your business! (Fires again) Why don't you tell me about--fighting for the just cause? Right and wrong? Law and order, all them other things. Seems like you "justice gunmen" have got a license to kill half the population! And get away with it! (Fires again)
Paladin: Everything you say is filled with truth. But you're a lie, Danceman!
Danceman: I do not lie, Paladin. And you--you kill! (Fires again)
Paladin: You preach on one side of a street and kill on another? Twist? Distort? You turn friend against friend, child against parent!