Linda: I lost my hat back there. I must look a sight.
Bart: You certainly do.
Desk Clerk: (about Burke's poker game) You'll be lucky if you don't lose your shirt--and pants.
Bart: You don't say.
Burke: (to Dana) Nobody but a fool starts raisin' with Bart Maverick.
Linda: How do you like Denver?
Bart: There's a girl named Linda who lives there. What more could it offer?
Dana: He doesn't want any company. Do you, Maverick?
Bart: Not yours, friend.
Bart: I care for you a lot, Linda. That's what worries me.
Dana: You're in no position to threaten, Linda. I am.
Dana: Drink up, Maverick.
Bart: I've had enough.
Bart: (to Cathy) I'm thinkin' a lotta things but they all add up to trouble---for me.
Bart: Look, Cathy, I make my living in public places. If I can't go on doing that I might have to go to work.
Bart: Mrs. Burke, I never part company with a lady without saying goodbye.
Linda: You've got a right to be angry.
Bart: For the first time in your life you're telling the truth.
Deevers: You're takin' this all pretty cool for a man accused of murder.
Bart: That's understandable. I didn't do it.
Burke: (to Bart) You'll laugh out of the other side or your mouth when you're kickin' on the end of a rope.
Bart: (to Deevers) If you'll excuse me, I hate domestic squabbles.