Paladin: Oh, I can see from that look on your face that you're looking for, what you think is a real gunman. Leather britches and fringed shirt and two guns down somewhere around his knees? Paladin. Uncouthly and savagely at your service.
Maya: Mr. Paladin?
Paladin: Yes, ma'am.
Maya: You will agree to remember at all times, please, that I'm a lady.
Paladin: Well, your mother knew something that apparently they are not teaching young ladies in the schools in the East these days. The quickest way to bring out the worst in a man is to make certain that it's there.
Paladin: Well, Codeyville has changed. Last time I was here, town was half tents, cattle in the streets, miners, trail hands crowding the saloons, stabbings and shootings.
Mr. Briggs: Well, we, uh, growed out of that. We got law and order now. And a rule. No guns worn in the street. Mean it, just a word to the wise, you know.
Paladin: Well, that's a very good rule. If your sheriff can enforce it.
Mr. Briggs: Oh, ain't just him. Whole town.
Paladin: Was the burial service conducted by the local minister?
Morgan: Is there any reason why you can't take my word?
Paladin: One. You're a liar.
Reverend: And now? The woman called Blue-Dollar Alice. What is your interest in her?
Paladin: She was a friend.
Reverend: That doesn't tell me much.
Paladin: Well, Reverend, I think if you'll look in your Bible, you'll find that it says a good deal on the subject.
Reverend: I doubt if I need instruction on love and friendship, Mr. Paladin. Especially from a man who lives by the gun. Or claims friendship with that kind of woman.
Paladin: Reverend, the man whose teachings you profess to follow was not above forgiving that kind of woman. Calling her His sister.
Paladin: Now, you listen to me. What is evil in a place with white picket fences and starched curtains, can be something entirely different in a place where there is nothing but mud, and men, and aching backs and loneliness. Come here. I want to show you something. Come on! Now I want to tell you what it is you've got to be ashamed of. Your mother came here at a time when there was no other women within five hundred miles.
Maya: And opened a saloon.
Paladin: That's right, a saloon. Where a man could have a drink and play cards.
Maya: And meet over painted women?
Paladin: Well, Maya, I don't think you would have been strong enough to face the wolves and the sweat, and the death. Your mother loved those dirty, ugly men. Loved them, cared for them. Mended their rips, let them cry in her arms when their friends were killed, and then she made them laugh again.
Maya: Oh, she dispensed laughter. Yes, that does sound a little better, doesn't it?
Paladin: Compassion was her product. Does that education she bought you include that word, "compassion"?
Maya: She was a woman who did wrong.
Paladin: Perhaps, by your standards. And it may even be that those are the right standards for today. But she never did evil.
(after the reverend tosses him his guns)
Paladin: Reverend, once again I thank you.
Reverend: When our lambs grow claws, Mr. Paladin, then a wolf has need of his teeth.
Alice: Briggs, what are you ashamed of? I remember a night when you were as brave as wildcats, and had a whole alley full of maimed and injured to show it. Just because they knew your wife was no schoolteacher. Oh, you were a terror!
Paladin: That one?
Alice: Every man is half hero, half scared little boy.
Alice: A woman who wants to be a real woman always forgets the second part.