Armstedder: She waits table, hustles drinks, like that.
Paladin: In there?
Armstedder: You seem surprised.
Paladin: Well, Armstedder, she didn't always have to hustle drinks in a bar.
Armstedder: You know her a hundred years ago, mister?
Paladin: I guess it was that long ago.
Armstedder: The fall of innocence is a melancholy event. Ain't that the sour truth?
Armstedder: Son, you're only teasing yourself. It don't taste the same as when you put a match to it.
Paladin: Mr. Armstedder, this is a kind of a compromise. It's not as good as a smoke, but then again, it's not as bad as lighting a match and, uh, getting shot.
Armstedder: You married? You're missin' a fine thing. That, and having children. It's a rich thing in a man's life. And becoming a sentimental old man is a bad thing. (knocks over a pan)
Paladin: Armstedder, Jalisco moves like a cat, and I'm just beginning to take a liking to you.
Armstedder: You chew your cigar. I won't make a fool of myself again.
Ben Jalisco: You maybe know what livin' means to a man like me. Never even comfortable sleepin' under a roof. Been a hunter all my life. I was born in Tennessee. Deer, quail, possum there. Eating pigeons in New Jersey before the war. Wasn't even 15. Buffalo. Indian huntin'. Scalp huntin'. That was good. And then bounty huntin', that was good. I put my skills to a good purpose. Do you know what bein' chained up like a bull to a water wheel meant to me? Why did you give me away, Lucy my wife? Why?
Paladin: Because I told her about you.
Ben Jalisco: Because he had a pretty mustache?
Paladin: Because I told her about you!
Ben Jalisco: Because you liked the way he smiled. They was bad men, all of them! The ones I took. Murderers, horse thieves, spoilers. The Indians had no souls, like animals have no souls. And the men I took, they had lost their souls, Lucy. And I hunted 'em alone. I got close enough so that they could smell me had they had the nose for it. And then I killed them.