- [first lines]
- Paisley Briggs: Oh, help. Oh, help, somebody.
- [Bart looks into a dark alley and sees a man lying on the ground calling for help]
- Paisley Briggs: Somebody, help. Help.
- [Bart looks around and doesn't see anyone else to help and enters the alley]
- Paisley Briggs: What's the matter?
- [Paisley stops acting and points his pistol at Bart]
- Paisley Briggs: I'm sorry. I really am. I never done a thing like this before.
- Bart Maverick: Still time to change your mind.
- Laura Stanton: But all six men aboard that stagecoach were killed by Indians.
- Paisley Briggs: Six men was killed, and six men burned, and six men buried, but there must've been a seventh man.
- Paisley Briggs: So, whether you love your husband or the man you're fixin' to marry, it, uh, seems to me the answer is all the same. Bury the dead, I say.
- Laura Stanton: Of course, silence is golden... Isn't that right, Mr. Briggs?
- [Broadhill enters the room where Paul and Paisley are brawling]
- Broadhill the Butler: Is anything wrong, sir?
- Paul Asher: Oh, it's all right, Broadhill. Mr. Briggs and I are talking business.
- Broadhill the Butler: Oh, very good, sir.
- Paisley Briggs: For a man who lives a soft life, Mr. Asher, you hit awful hard.
- Paul Asher: That's how I earned a soft life, Mr. Briggs.
- Lettie: Oh, honest, I'm beginning to think you just got me here to ask me a lot of questions.
- Bart Maverick: Well, no, that's not the only reason.
- Lettie: What other reason?
- Bart Maverick: Get some answers.
- Lettie: That's not very flattering.
- Bart Maverick: My pappy always told me flattery is like perfume, Lettie. Smell it, but don't swallow it.
- [pointing to the Indians' smoke signals]
- Paisley Briggs: Your ears burnin', folks? You're bein' talked about.
- Bart Maverick: Paisley, just when I think I got you figured out, you have to go and do something decent.
- Paisley Briggs: I could kick myself.
- [Bret leads the supposedly dead Phillip Staunton into camp]
- Paisley Briggs: Well, what do you know? I wasn't lyin'!
- [last lines]
- Paisley Briggs: Well, Mr. Maverick, only 10 more miles to Denver. Every mile's worth a thousand dollars to me. Yes, sir. Tomorrow morning, I'm on my way to Ellie May with ten thousand dollars in my jeans.
- Bart Maverick: Correction, Paisley. Eight thousand, eight hundred. Remember me?
- Paisley Briggs: Oh, Maverick.