Robber: I wouldn't insult you by believing you were traveling with a measly $15.00.
Bart: I can bear it. I make it a practice to mail my money ahead. Those mail coaches seem to be better protected against baggy headed bushwhackers. No offense meant, of course.
Anne: Please stop looking at me like that. I did you a favor.
Bart: Kind of an expensive favor, wouldn't you say? $1,500.
Laura: It might have bought you a very nice funeral, Mr. Maverick.
Dr. Dillon: What happened to your face?
Bart: Cousin Anne tried to be helpful but it just didn't work out.
Sheriff: I should think getting your $1,500 back would be reward enough.
Bart: That's just the principal. What we're discussing now is the interest.
Sheriff: The question of a reward never concerns a lawman in the performance of his sworn duty.
Bart: You mean you won't split?
Sheriff: Maverick, you've got 24 hours to get yourself a job or get out of this town or I'll jail you.
Bart: For what?
Bart: That again.
Wilkerson: I could always use an extra hand at the ranch.
Bart: That's very kind of you, Mr. Wilkerson, and if I grow an extra hand I'll send it out to you.
Laura: So you're a gambler, Mr. Maverick?
Bart: No, I'm a poker player. I do my best to avoid gambling.
Bart: A good poker player never let's himself be bluffed out of an important pot.
Laura: How do you play a hand like this one, Mr. Maverick?
Bart: You don't. You fold and wait for the next deal.
Sheriff: Where are you off to, Maverick?
Bart: I just saw a camel, Sheriff.
Bart: You got a vacant room?
Hotel clerk: I got a vacant hotel.
Bart: New blood welcome in the game?
Gambler: Grab a chair and bleed.
Sheriff: (about the robbers) Where'd you get 'em?
Bart: Over in Sand Rock. They were playin' poker with my money.
Sheriff: Give me the $400.
Bart: What for?
Sheriff: Evidence, didn't you say?
Bart: There's still a joker in the deck. Don't give up yet.
Laura: Marriage is a pretty final verdict, isn't it, Mr. Maverick?
Anne: You don't congratulate the bride, Mr. Maverick. You wish her happiness.
Anne: (about identifying the robbers) I don't see how you can feel so sure, Laura.
Laura: And I don't see how you don't.
Anne: We certainly feed our prisoners well, don't we?
Woman: You oughta see what they get before we hang 'em.
Sheriff: Get down here, Maverick, and get saddled up.
Bart: No thanks, Sheriff. I caught 'em once. Now it's your turn.
Sheriff: Fine, it'll be my reward too.
Anne: Leave an address. I may drop in on you someday.
Bart: Lovely. How about Pitcairn Island?