Pappyism: Never make friends with a man who has no enemies.
Smiley: Well, I'll be fried for bacon - Mr. Maverick. Small world, hey?
Bart: That's my complaint exactly, Smiley. How are things in St. Louis?
Smiley: Warm. Very warm.
Bart: You talkin' about the weather?
Stableman: You just talkin' - or want somethin'?
Smiley: Oats and a rubdown - and go easy on the water, we don't want foundered horses.
Stableman: Mister, I was takin' care of horses when you was still wearin' diddies.
Smiley: (to Bart) Let's you n' me head up the town café - low card foots the bill.
Smiley: That's what I like about you, Maverick. Anything for a laugh.
Smiley: I got a rule, Sheriff. Never talk to sheriffs.
Sheriff Coleman: The one time I didn't want you liquored up.
Ezra Gouch: I resent that. I'm reasonably sober.
Sheriff Coleman: You owe me somethin', Maverick - your life.
Bart: You were just doing exactly what your job calls for, Sheriff. I don't owe you a thing.
Sheriff Coleman: Maybe I'm wrong… 'bout the whole thing. Maybe you and Smiley came to town to rob the bank, only you got cold feet, tried to leave and Smiley went out after you.
Bart: Oh well, Sheriff, that's nonsense…
Sheriff Coleman: 'Course I can't be positive. I would have to lock you up, make sure you weren't wanted somewhere else - hadn't take more than a month or two to find that out.
Bart: Oh! Well, my apologies, sheriff, I can see that you're the kind of a man who upholds the law, even if he has to… bend it a little.
Sheriff Coleman: Kind of a funny way to put it, Maverick, but you got the idea.
Tom Blauvelt: He's a tall, dark slender fella - slick as a greased pig on ice. Fancies himself as a ladies' man - and I guess he's right. Half the women in town pant after him - not just the single ones, either.
Connie: Do I know you?
Bart: You do now.
Bart: What this town needs is a sheriff who works nights.
Piano Player: Sheriff Coleman's ridin' shotgun on a gold shipment, won't be back till mornin'.
Bart: Well, that sounds like a real coincidence.
Sheriff Coleman: All I know is that somethin's gonna happen. I can feel it in my bones. Well, we'll give it two, maybe three more days. I got real confidence in you, Maverick.
Bart: Don't let anyone ever tell you you're a good judge of character. If you're not too busy, Sheriff, why don't you drop by the Golden Eagle tonight.
Sheriff Coleman: Why?
Bart: You're not the only one with sensitive bones.