- [first lines]
- Sheriff: Finish your drink, mister. It's a long ride back to town... I didn't really believe it was you.
- Bret Maverick: It's me, Sheriff.
- Sheriff: Now that you've had your water, you can climb aboard your horse now.
- Bret Maverick: Sheriff, I couldn't do that if my life depended on it.
- Sheriff: You think it don't?
- Bret Maverick: Kind of a clumsy job. I guess I'll never make a good bank robber.
- Sheriff: Not for the next twenty years, anyhow.
- Sanderson: Why, I'm surprised at you, Bret. You're no bluffer.
- Bret Maverick: I could be, though. All I'm lacking is courage and an honest face.
- [Bret lights his cigar with counterfeit money]
- Bret Maverick: Oh, I'm sorry. I've always wanted to light a cigar with a hundred dollar bill. The satisfaction's real, even if the bill isn't.
- Margaret Ross: Where do you usually sleep when the hotels are full.
- Bret Maverick: In the livery stable. On a soft bed of fragrant hay.
- Margaret Ross: Well?
- Bret Maverick: That's when I don't have a fifth of a million dollars sleeping with me. And the town isn't full of drunken cowboys.
- Bradshaw: And now, what references do you have, Mrs. Ross?
- Margaret Ross: The very best, Mr. Bradshaw. Money.
- Margaret Ross: Our friend in Denver was right about you. You're honest, decent... and a gentleman.
- Bret Maverick: That last is the part that hurts.
- [last lines]
- Sheriff: You strong enough to ride now?
- Bret Maverick: I guess so.
- Sheriff: You better ride south.
- [gives Bret his gun back and as Bret starts to leave]
- Sheriff: Oh.
- [pays Bret ten dollars for losing a bet]
- Bret Maverick: Thank you, sheriff. Don't let the fire go out.
- Sheriff: I won't.
- Bret Maverick: It's a long way to go when there's nobody to talk to.
- Margaret Ross: You were talking.
- Bret Maverick: Occasionally, I like to hear somebody talking back. I suppose I could carry on a conversation with the suitcase. Money talks.
- Margaret Ross: You're thoroughly enjoying yourself, aren't you, Mr. Maverick?
- Bret Maverick: Mrs. Ross, I've enjoyed myself more on the short end of a fistfight.
- Bret Maverick: When you need help looking after your suitcase full of money, do you always pick a stranger?
- Bret Maverick: I said you killed her. You're also a liar and a coward.
- John Grimes: So you're forcing a gunfight?
- Bret Maverick: No. You're a killer, and a liar and a coward. You wanna get on your horse now, and leave, I won't stop you.