Paladin: 'm looking for Henry Grey?
Mrs. Grey: What do you want with him?
Paladin: Well, it's a personal matter.
Mrs. Grey: I give birth to him. Tain't nothin' more personal than that.
Paladin: Yes, ma'am.
Paladin: Callie, Henry Grey spent a lot of hard-earned money to bring you here. Now, since Rud Saxon is getting all the benefit from it, I think Henry's entitled to a refund.
Callie: Henry Grey is a moulari. You understand? You agree?
Paladin: No, I do not agree that he is a jackass. He's a proud man, and you stripped him of his pride.
Callie: I never do a thing like this to a man.
Paladin: Well, what then, Callie? You accept his proposal, his money, then walk away and leave him an object of ridicule?
Callie: I do not mean to do this.
Paladin: Callie, hey, you think it's fair, that Henry should spend his life savings to bring you here for Rud Saxon?
Callie: I would have been good to him. I was meant to be good to my husband, to give him many many children. But also I was meant to sing, to laugh, and to dance. And this Henry Grey and his mama--three days! And then--you saw, you understand.
Paladin: Well, that sounds like quite a party over there. That girl must have really upset your routine when she lived here. I suppose you're just as well out of it. Girl like that would never understand your way of life.
Mrs. Grey: Our way is the right way. The way it's always been. Always will be.
Paladin: You know, it's shattering to think how many people might possibly agree with you. Myself, I've always favored the freer in spirit. But if your way of life brings you happiness...then it's the right way. And Henry, you should find yourself a woman with no nonsense about her. Nice, quiet, docile kind of girl, that would live here in the house with you and your mother and do tomorrow exactly what she did today, and right on time. A girl like Callie's not for you. "He who shuts out Love, in turn shall be shut out from Love, and on her threshold, lie howling in the outer darkness." Now what do you suppose make me think of that? It's Alfred Tennyson.
Mrs. Grey: You've made enough of a fool of yourself for one evening, Henry Grey. It's time you came home.
Henry Grey: If I wanna make a fool of myself, I'm gonna make a fool of myself. Now, you get on home, Ma. Go on, before I decide to get mad.
Paladin: Miss Grey? Mmiss Grey, no matter what you think, your life is not over. Remember Ecclesiastes, where it tells about a time to get, and a time to cast away. You go home, Mrs. Grey, and wait for your son. And if you love him, you pray that when he comes home, his woman will be with him.