Bret Maverick: As my pappy used to say, uh, "a man does what he has to... if he can't get out of it."
Modesty Blaine: Bret? Why, Bret Maverick.
Bret Maverick: Modesty Blaine? You out on parole?
Modesty Blaine: Now, don't be stuffy darlin'. I may have taken advantage of you once or twice. That doesn't mean I don't like ya.
Mrs. Ambrose Tutwiller: Ah, this is Mrs. Maverick, I presume?
Bret Maverick: I should say not. I couldn't afford to keep her in bail money.
Quincy T. Smith: Keep your eyes open, Maverick.
Bret Maverick: Oh, I've got a good eye for that sort of thing.
Quincy T. Smith: Spotting trouble?
Bret Maverick: Avoiding it.
Quincy T. Smith: A coward dies a thousand deaths. The hero dies but one.
Bret Maverick: I prefer the coward's way. The odds are much better.
Bret Maverick: [narrating] Toward the end of the summer, I had pretty well exhausted the possibilities of the poker tables at Kansas City... and they had exhausted me. They had exhausted me to the point where I was traveling to St. Louis with all my worldly possessions... in the shape of a thousand dollar bill pinned inside my coat.