Paladin: Marshall, is there a place to eat in this town?
Brock: Uh, yeah, over at that table there, Maggie'll fix you up.
Paladin: Excuse me. A full stomach maketh a happy heart.
Paladin: Well, that's what it is. That is Old Horse Blankets.
Stub: Well, I don't care, I like horses.
Paladin: You know how that's made? Old Horse Blankets? Boil some mash in a bucket, catch the steam in an old, worn-out horse blanket, squeeze that back into another bucket. Pure alcohol. Then to embelish it, you add two or three plugs of chewing tobacco, make you sick, little arsenic for a kick, and you add sage, and you boil that till it smokes, and you strain the whole mess into a barrel, and that is it: Old Horse Blankets.
(Marshall Brock looks at the business card stolen from Paladin)
Brock: Money-gun don't need a reason.
Paladin: Well, I've never killed for money, but I've damaged a few sneak thieves for free.