- Ma Warren: Something wrong, Mr Paladin?
- Paladin: That aroma? That wouldn't be supper?
- Ma Warren: Well, sure. Seems all right to me.
- Paladin: All right? You must be serving a feast.
- Ma Warren: Nope, regular meal. Pheasant tonight.
- Paladin: Pheasant?
- Ma Warren: Roasted in grape leaves.
- Paladin: Mrs Warren, you're a culinary oasis in a desert of boiled beef!
- Paladin: Where do you get food like that around here?
- Ma Warren: Oh, folks bring it in. Like the pheasant tonight. Pete Gilson gave me those. He's a hunter and trapper back in the mountains. He brings in venison, wild duck and geese. Mr Fry, he's a prospector up in Bitter Creek. He's always good for Mr Trout.
- Chuck Anderson: I'm warning you, Mister, you not out of Big Pine by tomorrow morning, you're gonna die here.
- Paladin: I'll bear that in mind. But I don't think I'll lose much sleep over it.
- [First lines]
- Paladin: Up to now I thought Bick Pine was a friendly place. But if you want to turn it into a battlefield, I'm your man.