(Three young women clad in sarongs enter the Carlton lobby and pounce on a startled--but agreeable--Paladin)
Werner: You speak that stuff, same as them, Tahitian?
Paladin: The language is French.
Werner: Well, anyway, it's Greek to me. I use the sign language when I talk to them. Eh, name's Werner. Sol Werner, booking agent.
Paladin: Mr. Werner.
Werner: This is my act, won it off an Aussie.
Paladin: (Chuckling) This is an act?
Paladin: Hey Girl.
Hey Girl: Yes?
Paladin: Will you pack my things, please?
Werner: Uh, wait a minute. You look like a man who knows his way around town. I was gonna offer you a job of shilling tickets.
Paladin: Well, thank you very much, Mr, uh, Werner, but I don't think it would be seemly in the eyes of, ah, three such impressionable young ladies. Excuse me.
Tyler: Mr. Paladin? My name is Tyler. Glad you got here, sir. Will you watch the boy until the stage comes tomorrow morning?
Paladin: I might.
Kesler: How much?
Paladin: If you have to ask, you can't afford it.
Doctor: There's six hundred dollars in the public fund.
Paladin: We all agree that he's my prisoner?
Kesler: How about his brothers?
Paladin: No changes, no additions. I watch this boy, and I take him in, and that's all.
Tyler: That's fair enough.
Paladin: One condition.
Tyler: What's that?
Paladin: Once I start, I don't stop, no matter who wants to call it off.
Tyler: We wouldn't want it any other way, sir.
Paladin: I hope I don't have occasion to remind you that you said that.
Tyler: You won't, why should we want to call off anything as right as this is?
Paladin: This is going to be a long night. Before it's over, the difference between right and wrong may not be quite as clear as it is now.
Paladin: I have looked into the face of evil many times. This is the first time I ever looked into the face of a man who would poison pure water.
Paladin: You ever try learning a trade, Bobby Joe?
Bobby Joe: Water doctorin'. That's my trade!
Paladin: Well, you've got your whole life ahead of you. It's not an impossible task.
Bobby Joe: Save the sermons for the lambs, killer. I'm my own man.
Paladin: Not anymore, you're not.
Paladin: Poison sown secret and wild. For beast or man, mother or child. A monstrous crime.
Paladin: Where's Alvah, Theo?
Theo: He...he never meant nothin' he ever said to anybody.
Paladin: He gonna run out on Bobby Joe?
Theo: Tried to. I killed him. Don't tell the kid. Break his heart.
Paladin: He'll never know. "And what doth the Lord require of thee, but to do justice, and love mercy, and walk humbly with thy God.