- Paladin: Gorman, about that Lucky 13. There's a legend that when the world began there were thirteen gods. Only twelve of them were acquainted with one another. So, to learn the stranger's identity, they invited him to a banquette. And to their everlasting sorrow he came. The thirteenth god was Death.
- [first lines]
- Paladin: After a couple of days, when you two really get thirst, don't look back to find me. Look up. Above you. The buzzards will tell you how near the end is.
- Howard Gorman: Something I can do for you?
- Paladin: Yes, you could give me some information - like who you are, and where you're going, and why?
- Howard Gorman: That's a lot of information to give to a stranger.
- Paladin: My name is Paladin.
- Howard Gorman: You're still a stranger to me. But I don't mind telling you, I'm Howard Gorman.
- Paladin: Mr. Gorman, why are you following us?
- Howard Gorman: Why would anybody want to follow you?
- Paladin: I'll know the answer to that when I have the answers to my other questions.
- Paladin: Well now, I've heard of you. Twelve men, isn't it?
- Howard Gorman: E-yeah. And maybe I better start thinking about adding that lucky thirteenth.
- Sid Morgan: Why are you doing this, Paladin?
- Paladin: Because it's necessary.
- Shawcross: Same as murder.
- Paladin: I'm sure you two gentlemen are much better qualified to define murder than I am.
- Sid Morgan: You've got no complaint, Mr. Paladin. You were well paid.
- Paladin: For what? For killing a man in a sideshow?
- [last lines]
- Paladin: Alright, Morgan. Now carry Shawcross back over here to the buckboard.
- Sid Morgan: He's dead.
- Paladin: Well, that's too bad. We'll need the body anyway. This time you're not beyond the law. I'm taking you back to stand trial for murder.
- Sid Morgan: You come near and I'll kill ya.