Micah: (standing to leave) Thanks for the lodging, sir. Now, possibly you or your friend here could advance me a few dollars? I seem to be temporarily without funds. I'll pay you back, sir, you can depend on that.
Lucas: No, you won't, You're a drunk. I wouldn't give you a dime for a drink, but I'll give you a job.
Micah: (disbelievingly) You'll give me a job. Doin' what, swattin' flies?
Lucas: Buildin' fences, mister. Hire out to me, you'll do a man's work - if there's any man left.
Micah: Mr. McCain, you just hired yourself a hand--one of 'em anyway.