Paladin: Colonel Benjamin Nunez. Only met him once. Heard enough about him, of course. He was almost legendary as an Indian fighter. Sort of an inspired lunatic who loved the Army--almost as much as he hated everybody in it.
Major Ferber: Now, we'll have to fight him, all right, but my superiors felt that one last attempt ought to be made.
Paladin: By a civilian. Why?
Major: Because it might prove to be necessary to--
Paladin: Kill him in cold blood.
Major: Well, I can't ask an American officer to execute a man without a proper trial!
Paladin: But if you hire a gunman, it's all right.
Major Ferber: You'll leave at once.
Paladin: Uh, Major--
Major: I'll expect a report from you within ten days--if you're still alive.
Paladin: Major, uh, haven't you forgotten something?
Paladin: Well, civilians usually get paid for their work.
Major: If and when you return, you will submit a detailed report, along with a list of your expenses. As soon as we get an authorization to reimburse you--
(Paladin starts to laugh
Paladin: I was beginning to think the Army had changed.
Nunez: Justice? They expect me to beg for it, cap in hand. Now, I've gone too far for that. I'll write my own verdict of justice--with their blood.
Paladin: And the blood of your wife's people.
Nunez: They're used to bleeding.
Serafina: My brother was right. You didn't leave your people for my sake, but for the sake of your own pride. You never loved my people. You only hated your own. And now your blood is too thin even for that.
Paladin: There'll be no written report, Major. Tell them he died in the uniform of an American officer.
(Ferber looks at the uniform coat and saber)
Major Ferber: What about your wages?
Paladin: Just ask them to put a headstone over this.
Paladin's eulogy for the three murdered people he finds during his search is from the poet John Donne (1569-1631). The lines are taken from his Holy Sonnets.