Chef: Monsieur Paladin, my great masterpiece now will be garbage.
Paladin: Well, console yourself, Andre. The sun will rise again tomorrow morning, there will be more zucchini blossoms. But Charlie Blackburn won't see them.
Paladin: Sheriff, I brought Charlie Blackburn home.
Stander: He ain't got any home around here. Fact is, he ain't no more welcome dead than he was alive.
Paladin: Oh, I understand, Sheriff, that's one of mankind's finer instincts--respect for the dead.
Stander: Ah, where you takin' him?
Paladin: Well, if Charlie Blackburn's friends won't give him a decent burial, I'd better talk to his enemies.
Stander: You don't, uh, haul bodies as a regular thing?
Paladin: No, hardly ever.
Stander: But you haul this one over forty miles. Seems to me you got something else in mind besides having Charlie Blackburn buried in Alimo.
Paladin: And what would you think that'd be, Sheriff?
Stander: Well, I was hoping you'd tell me.
Paladin: No, the game's more exciting if you tell me.
Stander: You got to hand it to Win Loring. He ain't a man to shun his responsibility.
Paladin: Well, that's good news, Sheriff, 'cause I got some to throw his way.
Loring: Who are you? What are you doing here?
Paladin: I'm enjoying your tobacco and your wine, and I believe I've earned the privilege.
Loring: Paladin. Blackburn's man.
Paladin: My own man. Blackburn's friend.
Keith: Sorry, Father, I don't think we can count on Sims.
Keith: It was almost an accident, Father. The coffin slipped.
Keith: Well, maybe I did push it just a little, at an unfortunate time for Sims.
Stander: Keith, I'm your friend!
Keith: Well, that makes you special! Anybody can kill an enemy!
Paladin: He's dead, Mr. Loring. Your mistakes, my bullet.
Loring: All right, Paladin. Use your gun again, this time on the right man. I had Charlie Blackburn killed, I admit it! Use the gun!
Paladin: "Murder shrieks out in the voice of the murderer." You'll be heard, Mr. Loring. If you shriek loud enough.