Preston: They say one of them mountains is gold, solid gold. Clear through to Reno onto the other side. Men come lookin' for that mountain. There's also men that don't hunt gold. They hunt the prospectors. Rob 'em, maybe kill 'em, mMaybe, leave 'em nekkid to die. Well, that's the gold fever. Stranger alone, don't dare stop for a friendly word, nor trust a soul. Not even to sleep.
Beaman: Ah. I'm all full up for the night. But you're welcome to sleep with your horse.
Paladin: Well, that's fine, I can trust him.
Beaman: Well, you probably know 'im better than I do. But gold fever can make even a horse turn mean.
(after Beaman cons three miners)
Beaman: And, uh, what was you gonna say?
Paladin: That you're a liar. And a swindler.
Beaman: Well, what does it matter where they look for gold? they're just as likely to find it where I marked it on that map as anywhere else. And besides--they've got hope now. Heh, heh. They never had that before.
Hensoe: I still ain't sure what he's here for. You and John lettin' him pull the wool over your eyes.
John: Ah, you old fool.
Hensoe: You been fed when your mother and me was hungry. You ain't never had to worry about anything yet, now you wait til you grow up, face a few things on your own. Til then, you keep your mouth shut.
Paladin: And so, sometimes I think it'd be better if human beings were more like the lower animals. There comes a day when the mother and the young don't recognize each other anymore. Everybody starts off clean.
Hensoe: Ah, he's had it too soft, he's rotten spoiled.
Paladin: And what are you to him?