Paladin: May I be of assistance?
Kathy: Listen, Mister, just stick your fundament back on the saddle and leave me alone, will ya?
Paladin: I'd like to help you.
Kathy: Mister, the man I'm burying was a good man. Ah, and he was good to me, so I mean to see his grave well dug; now go away, will ya?
Paladin: There's no work harder than digging an excellent grave, and I'd like to help you.
Kathy: What's your game? Who are you? A hired gun, huh? Well, why not? If you can't get justice one way, get it another.
Paladin: Justice isn't bought by a gun. Or with a woman. It's bought with the same hard labor it takes to dig an excellent grave. And, I'd like to help you.
Paladin: Kathy, you're already beginning to walk in your own light. No one who responds so ardently to the aroma of mushrooms can be all bad. You want to tell me about your Mr. O'Hara?
Kathy: Oh, he was...just a man. He was gonna be my husband.
Paladin: Kathy, in all this world, there is no such thing as "just a man".
Paladin: Well, Katie. You're free to go. Terrence O'Hara is properly avenged. Where will you go?
Kathy: I don't know. I'm still feathered out. I go where the wind blows. Someday, someplace, there'll--there'll be someone with a laugh and a loneliness that matches mine.