- [first lines]
- Bret Maverick: [to the audience] Hello. It's nice to see you again. This week's story is based on fact. The great diamond swindle that shook the financial world of San Francisco in the 1870s. I think you're going to enjoy it. It's called Diamond in the Rough.
- McClure: Don't look like no diamonds I ever saw.
- Van Buren Kingsley: Diamonds in the rough don't look like diamonds.
- Bart Maverick: The funny thing is, every now and again, I got the feeling they really were countesses.
- Captain Steeger: They probably were. Ja. Every few years, the French people decide they want to be republic again. And what happens? Eighty-four of their dukes and duchesses got no place to go. Right now in New Orleans, there are eight or ten dukes, a dozen countesses, maybe, two field marshals, five generals. You fall over them in the street.
- Bart Maverick: I'll tell you what I will get for you, though. A husband. I guarantee you at least three proposals from bachelors. Young, handsome... and a minimum of thirty-three million dollars apiece. All right?
- Henriette: How dare you, Monsieur. I am French and the French do not think of money. They think only of love.
- Madame De Chauvrier: Henriette, do not talk nonsense. My boy, I assure you, the French are not like that at all.
- Bank Customer: Couldn't have struck diamonds, could they?
- Bart Maverick: Why not? They've struck everything else around here except water.
- Roland: Can't I buy you a drink, Bart?
- Bart Maverick: No.
- Roland: Shall we look in on the game upstairs?
- Bart Maverick: Some other time.
- Roland: I'm not keeping you from choir practice, am I?
- Roland: You still think it's a con game, don't you? If anybody is stealing, it's us. We capitalize for twenty million and there's a hundred times that much lying there in the desert.
- Bart Maverick: Well, I'm a little near-sighted where Mr. Kingley is concerned. I have trouble recognizing him with the red costume and the eight tiny reindeer.
- Roland: I'd advise you to buy some of that reindeer stock while it's still going.
- Bart Maverick: Madame, there isn't a grifter alive who puts real gold in his goldbrick. Not over a million dollars' worth.
- Van Buren Kingsley: Oh, Mr. Maverick. Care to play? Still only takes a hundred thousand dollars.
- Bart Maverick: Well, with you in the game, Mr. Kingsley, I think I'd need more than that.
- Van Buren Kingsley: Well, what do you figure you'd need?
- Bart Maverick: Oh, a strong stomach and a trusting heart.
- Bart Maverick: Your diamonds are a swindle.
- Man 1: Swindle?
- Man 2: What does he mean?
- Man 3: What swindle?
- Van Buren Kingsley: That's a very irresponsible statement, Mr. Maverick. Would you care to explain it here or in court?
- Bart Maverick: I'll explain it here, Mr. Kingsley. You can explain it in court. Your diamond field is salted.
- Murphy: Who the devil is it? What do you want?
- Van Buren Kingsley: Open the door, you fool.
- Murphy: Well, if it isn't Mr. Kingsley himself. You can always tell a gentleman by his manners.
- [last lines]
- Bart Maverick: Well, good luck, Hank.
- Henriette: Goodbye, Bart. Thank you.
- Bart Maverick: And congratulations, Mr. Grayson.
- Mr. Grayson: Thanks.
- Bart Maverick: Uh, cattle?
- Mr. Grayson: No, um, oil.
- Bart Maverick: Well, as long as it isn't diamonds.