At the Carlton, Paladin is in his room when Hey Boy knocks at his door. He has a letter for Paladin and informs him that he'll be going. Paladin dismisses him and reads the letter, which is from Beauregard Crommer. Beau's grandfather, the General, is not expected to live, and Paladin is invited to meet with him on a matter of financial benefit. Paladin turns to the woman sharing his quarters, Reeva, and offers her some caviar. She asks him if it's bad news and Paladin says that someone is dying and he has to go. They share a kiss and he sends her on his way, and then calls for a waiting Hey Boy...Read the full recap
Paladin: More caviar? It's the greatest thing to come out of Russia since the news of the death of Ivan the Terrible.
Paladin: Well, it's hardly necessary. What's all that?
Beau: Cousins, nephews, grandchildren.
Paladin: They're rather festive for a house of death, aren't they?
Beau: Grief, Mr. Paladin--that's a bourgeois emotion. Only the poor to be pitied in death--because they fail to inherit.
General Crommer: You really don't like me, eh?
General Crommer: Paladin, you're about as charitable as a water moccasin.
Paladin: General, I saved your life under fire. I had to employ a loose interpretation of orders to do so, and you had me court-martialed for it.
General: I don't like to owe a debt I can't pay.
Paladin: Well, you chose a peculiar way to try and cancel it.
Ronson: If you ain't gone in a half-hour, I'm gonna kill ya.
Paladin: Well, I don't think I ever heard it put more succinctly.
(leaves his revolver with the shopkeeper)
Paladin: Take care of this for me, will you?
Smith: Uh, where do you want it sent?
Paladin: If I don't claim it--frame it.
Paladin: Ronson, you're a bushwhacker. You'd shoot a man in the back of the head or an elbow. I'm not asleep and my back's not turned, you're out of your element. I know both ends of this gun and you don't like it that way.
Caterall: I'm not a brave man, Mr. Paladin. I'm not very fast with a gun. But I intend to be very slow to die.
Beau: I resent your effrontery of three days ago. I demand satisfaction.
Paladin: When I give a man satisfaction, he's seldom satisfied.
Paladin: When that idiot comes to, tell him I'm at the Carlton Hotel in San Francisco. I'll give him his choice of weapons; we'll make a side bet of ten thousand dollars. I have a price for swatting flies.
General Crommer: Being forgiven is probably the worst curse of all. The damning evidence, the final admission that you've been wrong. Must be forgiven your weakness.
Paladin: And you're the one who has to be forgiven. You're pitiful--pathetic--wrong. You tried to get me killed and I forgive you that. You're old, you're twisted by old hate.
General Crommer: I won, Paladin. I won!
Paladin: You won what? That sorry crew downstairs counting the seconds you have left. Honor. Reverence. What did you win? The right to die in undisputed arrogance. You didn't even win vengeance.
General Crommer: Paladin, you...
Paladin: General, I forgive you. From my heart I forgive you. I can forgive, General. You've lost again.