Hotel Clerk: Good afternoon, Mr. Paladin. Glad to have you back.
Paladin: Thank you. And my mail, please.
Hotel Clerk: Yes, sir. Oh, I'm sorry, it must be in the Hold box. I'll have it sorted out and sent to your room.
Paladin: Well, I'll take my newspapers now.
Hotel Clerk: Yes, sir, here you are. Late afternoon edition.
Paladin: No, no. My newspapers, they're kept separate for me.
Hotel Clerk: I'm afraid I don't know about that, Mr. Paladin.
Paladin: Well, Hey Boy does, where is he?
Hotel Clerk: Hey Boy is no longer with us. He was discharged.
Hotel Clerk: He hasn't come to work in almost a week. Certainly the Carlton can't tolerate that sort of thing.
Paladin: Did it ever occur to the Carlton that Hey Boy might have a very good reason? He might be ill.
Hotel Clerk: Well, after all, it's not our responsibility. I assure you, Mr. Paladin, the Carlton will continue to give you the same excellent service...
Paladin: I've just had an example of your "excellent service." May I have Hey Boy's address?
Hotel Clerk: Really, Mr. Paladin, it isn't that important. These people are very easily replaced.
Paladin: May I have his address--or is your clientele easily replaced, too?
Wei Chung: Mr. Paladin. Welcome to the Mandarin.
Paladin: Thank you, Mr. Chung.
Wei Chung: I trust that each dawn has brought a day of success.
Paladin: And each dusk an evening of contentment.
Paladin: Maury Travis, section superintendent. Is this the man Kim Chan went after?
Wei Chung: When it is hurt, the most gentle kitten will have the fury of a tiger.
Paladin: But still only the strength of a kitten, Mr. Chung.
Paladin: You're a target, Mr. Travis. Someone' trying to kill you. And I offer my services as a bodyguard.
Maury Travis: Why would anyone want to kill me?
Paladin: Well even a saint has some enemies, and I doubt that you're a saint.
Paladin: These Chinese are small, but their memories are very long.
Paladin: Now, Sheriff, that's very careless of you. Leaving that door open, nobody around. Anybody could walk in.
Sheriff Marlow: Well, the way I figger, Mister, that jails are like cemeteries. You leave the gates wide open; nobody wants to get in.
Paladin: His brother was buried under a load of railroad ties; what did you think, Sheriff?
Sheriff Marlow: I didn't. It was railroad business.
Paladin: Murder is a sheriff's business.
Sheriff Marlow: You gotta show me it's murder first. Now Mr. Paladin, I've been Sheriff of Coldwater for ten years. It's a nice quiet little town. Until somebody like you comes along, wearing an iron low, or Travis and his crew, riding roughshod over everybody. But none of you ever stay. You either move along or you're buried here. And I'm still sheriff.
Maury Travis: Do your services include nosing around in something that doesn't concern you?
Paladin: Bad odors offend me.
Maury Travis: Your card says, "Will travel." Get started.