Episode Quotes
Pappyism #1: A man who sticks his head in the sand makes an awfully good target.
Pappyism #2: A fox isn't sly. He just can't think any slower.
Pappyism #3: You can be a gentleman and still not forget all you know about self-defense.
Bret: You were planning on buying $500 worth of cat?
Modesty: That's right. That's why I sold my gold claim in Paradise. They need cats in Paradise, Mr. Maverick, need them desperately.
Bret: To join the heavenly chorus?
Modesty: No, silly. Paradise is a small mining town and they're havin' terrible trouble with rats.
Bret: Some of 'em are probably friends of mine.
Modesty: I know I was greedy. A girl could be happy on half as much.
Bret: So could a boy, Miss Blaine.
Modesty: But why only boy cats?
Bret: They travel smoother.
Modesty: I thought they always fought?
Bret: Only in mixed company.
Modesty: Oh, I almost forgot. No black cats.
Bret: Why? The mice superstitious?
Hanrahan: Uh, say, Maverick, 'course I'm not a nosey man, you know, but do you mean to stand there, barefaced, and tell me that you're goin' up into the mountains with two hundred of them screamin' felines in that thing?
Bret: Barefaced, Mr. Hanrahan.
Hanrahan: I'd rather shave the Devil with a toothache.
Bret: Well, I got a pretty girl to ride with me.
Hanrahan: Oh?
Bret: My partner. (handing over a barrel) Here.
Hanrahan: Smells like a swamp with the sun on it.
Bret: Smoked catfish.
Hanrahan: Eh. Nobody but a woman could make a man this foolish.
Hanrahan: Hey, $2 for a cat?
Bret: $2 a fair price, wouldn't you say?
Hanrahan: I'm glad I got my money first.
Modesty: I have $20 and... well, I'd like a man disposed of.
Bartender: Well now, would ya like both his legs broke or have his body thrown in the river?
Modesty: Well, I'm not quite sure, which is cheaper?
Bret: (to Modesty) You ever notice how nice the evening smells when there's money in the air?
(drinking Modesty's spiked "tonic")
Bret: Grandma Otis really mixes a tonic.
Modesty: Oh, little of this, little of that.
Bret: Wonder how she got so many tigers in one bottle?
Capt. Puget: You could make your fortune in the land of spice.
Bret: Well, I never turn down money, your honor, but, well, I've sort of made my fortune in the land of mice.
Seaman: Careful, bucko.
Bret: No, I'm serious. You made a bad choice, Captain. I'm no sailor, I'm a businessman.
Capt. Puget: In what line?
Bret: Well, right now I'm in cats.
Seaman: Cats, is it? Ever meet one with nine tails, bucko, me lad?
Mayor Uli Bemus: (Modetsy) must'a took a spell.
Bret: She'd take anything that wasn't nailed down.
Mayor Uli Bemus: Now Scratch, I think...
Scratch: Bemus, when you start thinkin', folks better get outta the way of fallin' rocks.
Bret: How is business lately?
Faro Jack: Boomin', Bret. (indicates his guns) They don't hardly keep cool. What you doin' away from a card table?
Bret: Well, I got stopped at the pearly gates. Uh, Sheriff didn't even bother to look me up in the book, he just threw it at me.
Bemus: Don't you have a card?
Faro Jack: I'm fresh out of 'em. Business has been so good I'm booked up for the summer.
Faro Jack: (about Bret) Now that's what I call a thinkin' man.
Modesty: I've got a man waitin' to buy me a drink.
Bret: Faro Jack? He's a real old friend of mine.
Modesty: An old friend? Well, then I-I've wasted my $200.
Bret: You never wasted a dime in your life. He'll shoot.
Modesty: But a real old friend? What kind of principles does the man have?
Bret: Modesty, my dear young lady, the same as yours.
Scratch: Mister, them cards got a liken for you that ain't normal.
Faro Jack: You wanna quit, Sheriff? Cash in?
Scratch: One of us is like to cash in 'fore long.
Faro Jack: Meaning?
Scratch: Meaning you been dealin' off the top, off the bottom and off the in-between.
(hiding in a cemetery)
Bret: Heavy traffic tonight.
Floyd Gimbel: Ah, sooner or later you see everybody you know out here.
Scratch: Bemus, you're gonna have to come outta that witch's orchard sometime, and when you do there'll be a gun waitin' for you.
Bret: (to Bemus) Welcome to the club, Mayor.
Bret: Mayor, you're just gonna have to face up to Scratch.
Mayor Uli Bemus: Me? I'm so slow with a gun, I stand in front of a mirror and my reflection will beat me to the draw.
Bret: Better death than dishonor.
Mayor Uli Bemus: Why?
Bret: Why? I'm not quite sure.
Bret: Here, Gimbel, take off my boot. Bemus, you get the other one.
Mayor Uli Bemus: What for?
Bret: To shine it.
Mayor Uli Bemus: Shine it? I'm the mayor of this town. I don't go around shinin' shoes.
Bret: The only thing you're mayor of right now is Boot Hill - and if I'm gonna die with mine on tomorrow, I want 'em nice and shiny. So I want you to mix plenty of catnip and smoked fish with the polish.