Cy: Well, I must be seein' things.
Bret: Good mornin', Cy. How about a fresh cuppa coffee just to take the edge off the morning chores?
Cy: Well, you haven't been awake this close to sunup since your last all-night poker game. You feelin' alright?
Bret: Crisp as a new bill.
Tom: Just what are you up to, Maverick?
Bret: Why do I have to be up to anything?
Tom: 'Cause you never offered any help before, not even when I asked for it.
Bret: Can't a man offer his services to a friend without being suspected a somethin'?
Tom: Some can, but you can't. What's the catch?
Bret: Now, Tom, that hurts. That really hurts.
Bret: I told ya I'd get (Tom) to agree.Well now, don't look at me like that.
Cy: You coulda told him the truth.
Bret: I did. I am not running a game.
Cy: You're the only person I know… who can feed a man moldy biscuits and have him think it's hard candy.
Bret: All right, Tom, where's the thorn under that rosy smile? And what're you doin' with that thing on your vest?
Tom: Just a little vacation from saloon-keepin'. That is what you wanted.
Bret: Well, what happened to fishing?
Tom: May do some of that too.
Bret: You know, Tom, it's just like you to waste a perfectly good vacation doin' someone else's job.
Bret: Emmett! Emmett! Hey, glad to see you, good you could come, Emmett. Yeah, sit down, have a drink. Uh, things are gonna get started any minute.
Emmett Snow: I don't need a drink, Maverick, I just need a square deal. And I've come too far to tolerate another one of your deceptions!
Bret: Now, how was I supposed to know that Lola would fall in love with St. Louis, huh?
Emmett Snow: She also took a strong liking to my wallet.
Bret: Why you no-good, lowlife… you put a star on that vest a yours, you turn into a whole new set of books, don't ya, huh? You relocated the bull.
Tom: Got your attention, didn't it?
Bret: Yeah, you got my attention. I'll tell you what ya got, ya got a charge of false arrest, unlawful imprisonment, bull-napping… you know what they can do to you for that?
Tom: Couldn't be any worse than what I'm facin' right now
Bret: For somebody who wants my help, you spend an awful lotta time lookin' down your nose at it.
Tom: I suppose so. There's just something about your methods, Maverick, that makes my clothes itch.
Bret: You wanna go out in the middle of the street and end it in a blaze of gunfire?
Tom: No, not this time.
Bret: Then it won't hurt ya not to bark at me so loud.
Tom: Yeah, but it sure would feel funny comin' out different.
Colonel Bang: You raise that gun to me, boy … you best be ready to use it.
John Henry: I will if I have to.
Colonel Bang: The only thing you have to do is to nail down that tongue of yours and take orders! Now you do somethin' stupid now, boy, you're gonna go down full a more holes than a bird full a buckshot.
Tom: You know, Maverick, sometimes I think it'd be as easy for you to rob a bank as you do those poker chips.
Bret: Aw, no, no, no. They chase bank robbers further, who needs that pressure? No, but there was just a moment there yesterday - when we were lookin' at all that gold - ah, you understand.
Tom: No, not really.
Bret: Tom. you've got a warped sense of values, you know that? I mean, it's just downright unnatural you can stand there and look at all that gold and not have just a little twinge of desire.
Tom: It depends on who's doin' the lookin'.
Bret: We do the work, they take the credit.
Tom: What else is new?
Bret: Well, the least they could do is offer us a reward or somethin'.
Tom: Oh, but the warm feelin' in your heart should be reward enough.
Bret: I don't have a warm feeling in my heart, Tom. I'd rather have a reward or a commission.
Tom: Now, he said thank you.