Turner: You ain't gonna let him shoot me before I get a chance to pray out my contritenesses, are ya? I, I'd like me a minister. Might be there's one in town.
Paladin: No use, Cutter. The only way we're gonna get anything out of him is to sell his scalp to the Apaches. Course, they'd give him the Apache Death Rite.
Cutter: Where's the money and the tote sheet!
Turner: You go to blazes!
Paladin: Course, they'd bury him in pagan ground.
Turner: Pagan ground? Pagan ground? In the flour barrel. (Cutter begins pawing through the barrel) Go ahead and shoot him now he's got his back to ya! We'll split his whole herd between us.
Paladin: Why being buried in pagan ground should bother you at all is beyond me.