Red: (Singing) Oh, Miss Bailey. Unfortunate Miss Bailey...Guy, honey, what are you doing here?
Paladin: He's gonna take the bullet out of you, Red.
Red: Money against me, oh, no, he doesn't! You don't know him. He'd do anything for a bet.
Paladin: That's what I'm counting on.
Guy: If Red doesn't want me to operate--
Paladin: Oh, no. No, you don't get out of it that way.
Guy: "To save a man against his will is just as bad as killing him". That's Horace.
Paladin: I never cared for Horace, and I'm beginning to understand why.
Red: Guy? Mister? Guy? I can stand being dead. But I can't stand dying. Do something.
Paladin: You agree to let him operate on you, Red?
Red: Told ya. I was a sucker for a long shot.