Boy: That supposed to be a boat, or what?
Paladin: It is a boat.
Boy: Don't look much like one.
Paladin: Well, an artist paints not what he sees, but what he is.
Boy: You mean you see yourself as a boat?
Hey Boy: Colors nice, but, ah...
Paladin: Yes, Hey Boy?
Hey Boy: But why don't you paint something everybody knows?
Paladin: Like what?
Hey Boy: Like a boat.
Barton: Let me tell you something, Paladin. Every fortune hunter in the territory has had a crack at gettin' that gold up out of that lake. Now what makes you think you can do any better?
Paladin: Mr. Barton, my partner is a genius.
Barton: Oh? Who's he?
Paladin: Fellow named Leonardo da Vinci.
Barton: All right. I'll give you a crack at it. I'll give you two days.
Paladin: All right, that's enough. Now, you tell me where the gold is?
Barton: There's an old man that fishes the north shore of the lake. Name's Jonas Quincy. He'll show you where it is. But, Paladin. Don't turn your back on 'im.
Paladin: Oh, why?
Barton: He's as big a lunatic as that friend of yours--da Vinci.
Paladin: And man must make the angels laugh.