Paladin: Buddy, let's divide the gold up. Put some of it in each of those sacks. We'll load it on the horses, and then I suggest we go into Sacramento instead of Jackson City, it's closer.
Buddy Webster: It's gotta be Jackson City.
Paladin: In Sacramento, you can convert the dust into money, put it safely in the bank, and then go anywhere you want!
Buddy Webster: It's gotta be my way, Mr. Paladin. I'll tell you why if you like.
Paladin: I have a feeling I'll be happier not knowing.
Buddy Webster: Well, this ring, uh, it's for a girl. That's why I had to come here instead of Sacramento.
Paladin: I see. I, uh, thought you told me you were in that mine for five years.
Buddy Webster: That's right, five years. Five years since I seen 'er. I met her one time, one night--just one time, and we both knew it was the real thing. Right then and there I knew I'd come back and marry her.
Paladin: You've written? Kept in touch?
Buddy Webster: No, I'm not much at writin'. But when I left, I told her I'd gone to make my fortune and I'd be back for her. What's the matter now? You don't look right.
Paladin: Well, I guess it's just a look of a cynic when he's confronted with too much youth and hope and faith, and what do you want me to do, Buddy, find her?
Buddy Webster: Would you, Mr. Paladin? First time I see her, I don't want to be in front of a lot of folk. I wanna be alone with her. You understand me?
Paladin: You make me feel very ancient.
Paladin: Buddy, Ginger was not on her way to church when you first met her, she was taking a shortcut down the back road to the saloon.
Buddy Webster: Ah, cut it out.
Paladin: Buddy, she works in that saloon, she's what is politely known as a saloon girl.
Buddy Webster: You're just tryin' to rib me. But even as a joke, I wish you wouldn't use her name like that.
Paladin: She wants your money. And she is amoral enough to kill you for it.
Buddy Webster: You know, if I didn't owe you so many favors, I'd be tempted to make you eat them words. But as it is, I just hope I don't see you any more.
Paladin: Well, there's a pretty good chance that you won't.
Paladin: All over.
Buddy Webster: Oh, no it ain't. 'Cause I'm gonna ruin her.
Paladin: Are you? Why? Because you're young and inexperienced? Because you imagined a girl to be something that she isn't? She was a saloon girl when you met her, Buddy, and she's still a saloon girl. She hasn't changed a bit. You want her to pay for your lack of reality? She didn't ask you to pin this dream on her, she didn't even remember you!
Buddy Webster: But I loved her!
Paladin: You loved a picture in your mind. Look at her. Go on, look at her! Now what kind of a life do you suppose she's had? You think a woman chooses this line of work if she doesn't have to? I've got an idea this world's hurt her just about enough. What do you want? You want to deliver the coup de grace, the final act of brutality? That's what you're looking for?