- Darklis - Gypsy Dancer: Paladin, you are a man who does whatever he sets himself to do.
- Paladin: Darklos, is that second sight?
- Darklis - Gypsy Dancer: No, women's intuition.
- Paladin: If ever you are in San Francisco.
- [And he gives her his card]
- Jim Sherwood: He's dead, shot in the back. Why would anybody want to kill Dan Tidner?
- Paladin: $10,000, I imagine.
- Dan Tibner: Gypsies put it there.
- Paladin: Romanies are many things but seldom artists.
- Dan Tibner: They were around here yesterday. I drove them with my shotgun. Thieves, all of them.
- Paladin: Then this is meant for you. It's a curse. It's true, it's a Romany curse. Even my horse went lame walking by it.
- Craft: Obviously, Mr Paladin, a bank teller isn't qualified for such a job. Do you think you could manage to leave in the morning for Immigrant Valley?
- [Hey Boy is sitting on the floor next to Paladin ostensibly polishing Palaidin's top hat but is nodding as to Paladin's availability and ability]
- Paladin: Mr Tidner, if Dan Craft wants $10,000 delivered safely to your bank, why doesn't he send it by stagecoach?
- Craft: Doesn't trust them. He'll deal only with a bona fide representative of the bank. We hold title to the tract of land he's buying.
- Paladin: Very well, Mr Craft. Will you see there's a credit of $500 to my account by morning.
- [Hey Boy is fascinated by the transaction and looks from one to the other]
- Craft: Five-hundred?
- Paladin: Now if you were to bargain with me, the price will go up proportionately. And I had intended to go to the opera tonight anyway.
- [He puts his top hat on as he stands]
- Craft: Five hundred. Yes, Mr Paladin. Right. Thank you very much. All the papers, self-explanatory. Two signatures. Thank you. Five hundred dollars.
- [Paladin removes his top hat and Hey Boy smiles with glee]