- Paladin: A man can't tell anything about a woman from a photograph. He has to see her the way she is - warm, alive, vibrant, full of hope.
- Johnny Dart: Is that you, Paladin?
- Paladin: That's right, Mr. Dart.
- Johnny Dart: How'd you know my name?
- Paladin: I read it on a wall someplace, along with a lot of other dirty names of dirty little men.
- Paladin: Just about where?
- Christie Smith: Three Rocks.
- Paladin: Three?
- Christie Smith: Rocks. I'm getting off there.
- Paladin: Wait a minute. You're not really getting out here?
- Christie Smith: Why not?
- Paladin: Well, Ma'am, there's nothing out there but sand, cactus, lizards, snakes and three very hot rocks. You better take another look.
- Christie Smith: It looks fine to me.
- Paladin: Oh, well, I'll help you down.
- Paladin: You thought there was a depot of some kind, didn't you? Shelter? And some one person to meet you? And you're obviously trying to conceal the fact that you're short-sighted.