- Desk Clerk: Good afternoon, Mr. Paladin. Glad to have you back.
- Paladin: Thank you. And my mail, please.
- Desk Clerk: Yes, sir. Oh, I'm sorry, it must be in the hold box. I'll have it sorted out and sent to your room.
- Paladin: Well, I'll take my newspapers now.
- Desk Clerk: Yes, sir. There you are. Late afternoon edition.
- Paladin: No, no. MY newspapers. They're kept separate for me.
- Desk Clerk: Well, I'm afraid I don't know about that, Mr. Paladin.
- Paladin: Well, Hey Boy does. Where's he?
- Desk Clerk: Hey Boy's no longer with us. He was discharged.
- Paladin: Why?
- Desk Clerk: He hasn't come to work in almost a week. Certainly the Carlton can't tolerate that kind of thing.
- Paladin: Did it ever occur to the Carlton that Hey Boy might have a very good reason? He might be ill.
- Desk Clerk: Well, after all, it's not our responsibility. I assure you, Mr. Paladin, The Carlton will continue to give you the same excellent service.
- Paladin: I've just had an example of your 'excellent service.' May I have Hey Boy's address?
- Desk Clerk: Really, Mr. Paladin, it isn't that important. These people are very easily replaced.
- Paladin: May I have his addess, or is your clientele easily replaced, too?
- Maury Travis: Why would anyone want to kill me?
- Paladin: Even a saint has some enemies, and I doubt that you're a saint.
- [First Lines]
- Paladin: Travers, you cheated helpless and ignorant people of their wages. It's ironic that their money is all that is protecting you right now.