Sheriff: Finish your drink, mister. It's a long ride back to town... I didn't really believe it was you.
Bret Maverick: It's me, Sheriff.
Sheriff: Now that you've had your water, you can climb aboard your horse now.
Bret Maverick: Sheriff, I couldn't do that if my life depended on it.
Sheriff: You think it don't?
Bret Maverick: Kind of a clumsy job. I guess I'll never make a good bank robber.
Sheriff: Not for the next twenty years, anyhow.
Sanderson: Why, I'm surprised at you, Bret. You're no bluffer.
Bret Maverick: I could be, though. All I'm lacking is courage and an honest face.
[Bret lights his cigar with counterfeit money]
Bret Maverick: Oh, I'm sorry. I've always wanted to light a cigar with a hundred dollar bill. The satisfaction's real, even if the bill isn't.
Margaret Ross: Where do you usually sleep when the hotels are full.
Bret Maverick: In the livery stable. On a soft bed of fragrant hay.
Margaret Ross: Well?
Bret Maverick: That's when I don't have a fifth of a million dollars sleeping with me. And the town isn't full of drunken cowboys.
Bradshaw: And now, what references do you have, Mrs. Ross?
Margaret Ross: The very best, Mr. Bradshaw. Money.
Margaret Ross: Our friend in Denver was right about you. You're honest, decent... and a gentleman.
Bret Maverick: That last is the part that hurts.
Bret Maverick: Well, to tell you the truth, I never indulge in anything stronger than coffee.
Sheriff: You strong enough to ride now?
Bret Maverick: I guess so.
Sheriff: You better ride south.
[gives Bret his gun back and as Bret starts to leave]
[pays Bret ten dollars for losing a bet]
Bret Maverick: Thank you, sheriff. Don't let the fire go out.
Sheriff: I won't.