- Mollie Dean: [after tormenting Alice with a bottle of whiskey] A pretty sight, for the fastidious Mr Paladin.
- Paladin: Well, she's a lot prettier than you are. A lot prettier than what you've become.
- Paladin: They?
- Wiggen - Wagonmaster: Yeah! Three men. There's one with a scar on his face that does all the rough work. There's another that does the talking. And a little one that just stands back there in the shadows and watches.
- Mollie Dean: She's like most of us. Alone, walking in the darkness, afraid. In her, couldn't we be looking at a dark image of ourselves, each of us.
- Alice: You talk about a man not looking at you. I wish I had the years ahead that you have. I wish a man would look at me like he looked at you. And touch me like he touched you.
- Mollie Dean: And Wiggen. The little boy playing at being a man but without the courage of a man. They wanted me, they could have me. That's what you said, wasn't it.