Bart: I think I'd better walk you home, Countess. Otherwise, you're apt to destroy half the city.
Kingsley: Back in town so soon?
Bart: I just can't seem to get enough somehow--of San Francisco.
Bart: I'm a little near-sighted where Mr. Kingsley is concerned. I have trouble recognizing him with the red costume and the eight tiny reindeer.
Bart: There isn't a grifter alive who puts real gold in his gold brick.
Bart: Men who play for stakes like these don't buy people off, Mr. Sharpe. They kill them off.
Kingsley: Gentlemen, let's not talk about diamonds. We're ruining a perfectly good poker game.
Kingsley: You know, Maverick, it would have been cheaper if I'd let you stay in the game.