Paladin: I was boosting the bet to get you out of it, I was trying to make Marquette call it off! You must have been crazy to let them laugh you into a suicide stunt like that!
Dooley: It's...all set up. Three o'clock, tomorrow afternoon.
Paladin: I've been told that canyon is a hundred feet across and three hundred feet straight down, and a wind like the breath of the devil.
Dooley: Mr. Paladin? You heard what they call me. A monkey on a string? That's all I've ever been. Ever since the circuses quit hiring me.
Paladin: What circuses?
Dooley: A monkey on a string, doing nip-ups for nickels and dimes. I'm a man. Not a monkey.