Recap
A drifter, Justice Smith, rides into town on his elixir wagon. As he puts up signs for his medicine show at the Red Ox, Bret comes out and bumps into him. Bret apologizes and leaves for the stage. Inside, a distracted Tom tells Jack to order more beer, and Jack warns Shifty that it’s that time of year. One of the customers shoves Smith away and Tom tells him to get out. When Smith tries to convince Tom to let him stay, Tom prepares to throw him out. Mary Lou arrives with a bill for Bret’s advertising and when she mentions Maverick’s name. Smith recognizes it and realizes who he bumped into. He quickly leaves and Tom invites Mary Lou to a walk later. Outside, Mary Lou approaches Smith and gives him the handbills that he dropped. ..
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Episode Quotes
Pappyism: The good Lord gave us wide mouths so we could swallow a lot of pride.
Estelle Springer: I know some dreams don't come true, but there is a bright side: neither do most nightmares.
Mary Lou: Tom, I can tell what's on your mind by the way you're holding your hat.
Mary Lou: Well, now they're even writing songs about you. Where will it ever end?
Bret: Right here. The last thing I need is some vagabond puttin' my life to music. I can't even make a decent killing anymore. As soon as they hear the word "Maverick," I'm left shakin' hands with a cloud of dust.
Justice Smith: I ain't gonna hurt nobody.
Dowd: No, I didn't think you could. All the same, I want you out of here by first sparrow's twit tomorrow morning. Is that understood? First sparrow twit.
Tom: I don't know, it seems like every time you think you know where it's at with a woman, they up and move it on you.
Bret: Well, I hope they haven't moved it too far.
Tom: Ah, I don't need the first thing that comes to your mind, Bret. I need some advice. Can you define imagination for me?
Bret: Imagination? That is the foresight to get it before it gets you.
Tom: You're not helpin' much
Bret: Well, it might help if you told me what it was I was supposed to be helpin'.
Bret: Ever since I drank that drifter's magic elixir, I've been jumpier than a tote sack full of frogs.
Smith: I'm sorry, Mr. Guthrie. I thought for a minute she was Dolores. I'm sorry. I got carried away
Tom: (strangling him) That's next.
Bret: Tom, what happened to you?
Tom: Your simple feather's touch, that's what happened to me.
Bret: Nothin' worse than a man can't handle his love life. Next time you need advice just don't ask.
Tom: Don't worry. I'm goin' back to my original plan, and I'm gonna need your barn. If you say no, I'll tear your head off and shout down the hole.
Jack the Bartender: Now ain't love grand?
Bret: Man's comin' apart like a haystack in a hurricane.
Bret: Truth doesn't seem to get you anywhere anymore.