(Avatar taps Jake on the head with a rubber hammer.)
Jake: What are ya doin'?
Avatar: Low sensitivity to pain. Ah! Perfect!
Jake: Who, me?
Avatar: I did not believe it was possible. You have the ideal measurements.
Pina: Ideal? For what?
Avatar: The perfect configuration of a born murderer.
Jake: Well now, you didn't have to come out all this way just to find out if Jake Trueblood brought down a few men in his time. And besides, what's my head got to do with it?
Avatar: Why, everything. Whether you know or not, sir, it is the shape of your skull, and that alone, that has made you into a killer.
Jake: And now what happens?
Avatar: Nothing, nothing. My job is finished. You simple people have confirmed my theory. (Pina pulls a gun on him.)
Paladin: Pina, it is only a theory, and a pretty far-fetched one.
Avatar: My dear Mr. Paladin, let me assure you. A man, with the cranial measurements of Jake Trueblood, could no more help murdering his fellow man, than, than a cat can help from killing mice.
Paladin: Pina, he just doesn't believe that man has the free will to choose between good and evil.
Avatar: I suppose it's too late to start home today.
Paladin: May we stay here tonight?
Pina: I don't like that one. Not what he says about Jake.
Paladin: Well, it's just a lot of foolishness.
Avatar: Hmmph, surely to be a congenital murderer is no more disgraceful than any other kind of sickness.