Paladin: What did you tell those people?
Bob Wire: Have wire, will sell.
Bob Wire: Bad wound?
Paladin: 'Tis not so deep as a well, not so wide as a church door, but 'twill serve.
Bob Wire: I'm killed.
Paladin: You fainted.
Mr. Anderson: You don't suppose that squirt, and Anna...? Oh, Paladin? How much more to take him with you?
Paladin: Not for all the wire in America, Mr. Anderson. However, if things get too tough, just wire Paladin. San Francisco.