Lundeen: Uh, we don't ride with Indians.
Paladin: Friend, they understand English. You don't come with us now, they'll consider it an insult and insist on staying here with you. I leave it to your imagination what'll happen one second after I'm out of sight.
Father Clare: Converts, Mr. Paladin?
Paladin: Father, I leave that miracle up to you.
Paco: There is still the festival.
Paladin: Yes. At least praise be for Brother Wind, and for the sky, and for the clouds... (glares at Paco) and all thy creatures.