Messenger: Speedy Messenger Service.
Paladin: (Doing a doubletake) Oh?
Messenger: Yours? (Shows Paladin's card)
(Messenger counts out a large wad of cash)
Messenger: He's waitin' for ya on the Caibab Forest Road. (Turns to go; Paladin lunges and snags the back of his uniform)
Paladin: Wait of minute! Oooh. Who's waiting and why?
Messenger: Do I ask 'em why, do I ask 'em who? Speed is my business, and questions slow me down.
Paladin: Well, do you always deliver loose money like this?
Messenger: Told him he ought to wrap it. But he was in a hurry. So am I. There's a city out there waitin' for its bills, its invoices, checks, messages--lifeblood of the nation. All right with you if we get on with it?
Paladin: (Faintly) Yeah. I beg your pardon.