Dandy Jim Buckley: By the way, before asking, uh, what you were doing in the river, you got any money?
[Maverick searches his pockets and discovers he's been robbed]
Dandy Jim Buckley: You too, Brutus.
Bret Maverick: Why pick on me?
Dandy Jim Buckley: Well, there was no one else here I could trust. So, I was on my way to St. Louis to get my... my cousin, whom I don't trust very much either, when I ran into you. And your greatest weakness, my friend, is that you're completely trustworthy.
Dandy Jim Buckley: I'll take that gold, friend Maverick. Try anything and you'll stop a bullet.
Bret Maverick: Buckley, you're a crook and a cheat and a double-crosser, but you're not a killer. You could no more squeeze that trigger than quit marking decks.
Bret Maverick: Aw, cheer up, friend Buckley. We still have $2000 apiece and a clear conscience.
Madame Pompey: I used to have a pet skunk - called him "Jim Dandy".
Bret Maverick: [narrating] in 1875, gold was discovered in the Black Hills of Dakota... and a great stampede of gold-hungry men was started... thousands coming up the wide Missouri by steamboat. Dance-hall girls and entertainers... men who'd spent their last dime on a new suit and a steamboat ticket. Men with strong backs... and men with a flair for making money with three walnut shells.
Bret Maverick: [to Dandy Jim who is in a jail cell] We'll leave your share with the Marshal.
Dandy Jim Buckley: No, no. You can't do this to me, I was only trying to help.
Bret Maverick: Your share minus a thousand for Noah.
Dandy Jim Buckley: Maverick, I'm your friend. Didn't I pull you from the river? Didn't I let you in on the gold? Didn't I get you tossed into jail so you could...? Good heavens. What am I saying?