- [first lines]
- Bret Maverick: [narrating] The trip from Memphis to New Orleans cost forty seven dollars, if you didn't play poker. For me, the price was two thousand, three hundred and fifty eight dollars. Ah, but I wasn't discouraged when we docked at New Orleans. I still had the thousand dollar bill I kept for emergencies fastened to the lining of my coat with a safety pin. One week later, I still had the safety pin.
- [Maverick is astounded when the Gireauxs offer him six thousand dollars to pursuade a man wanted for murder to return from Mexico]
- Raoul Gireaux: There's no mistake. We have a mutual friend, Monsieur Carpentier. He advised us on your qualifications.
- Bret Maverick: My qualifications?
- Raoul Gireaux: A man of imagination, but realistic. A man of personal freedom, but responsible. And most important, a man of expensive tastes, but bankrupt. That is why we want you.
- [Raoul gave Bret a thousand dollar bill just to listen to his proposition]
- Bret Maverick: You said I could keep this even if I refuse?
- Raoul Gireaux: Yes.
- Bret Maverick: In that case, how can I refuse.
- [Amy has just rebuffed Paul's amorous advance]
- Chicualo: I think your charms are wasted on that one, eh?
- Paul Brooks: I don't know. Ice melts mighty fast in this climate.
- [Steve and Bret are wounded fending off an attack by three thugs]
- Steve Corbett: Let's get back to the cantina before we paint the whole town red.