Paladin: That is a coffin I ordered built for Ben Turner.
Monica: Why in the middle of the street?
Paladin: Because I want every person in this town to see it and think about it.
Dink: Oh, how you stink, mister. But it ain't going to be Ben Turner laid out in that coffin.
Paladin: Even the Ben Turners die sometime.
Monica: Paladin, you said the shadow a man stands on at noon rises up to meet him at evening. I guess it's the same for a woman.
Paladin: Monica, it's the same for all of us.
Paladin: Turner, leave this town! Leave this town and Moncia in peace!
Ben Turner: Mister, I come a thousand miles to see this town. I've lived through a thousand years of hell with the memory of one woman keeping me alive. Now you really believe that there's anything on God's green earth that can make me turn around?