Bret Maverick: Now that's not worthy of you, Bart. Your own brother's life was hanging in the balance, and all you're thinking about is $500.
Bart Maverick: No, Bret, that's not all I'm thinking about.
Bret Maverick: No, you're thinking about my five hundred, too.
Stagecoach Driver: Well, here we are, folks.
Lady Passenger: Thank you. Driver, who is that girl forcing us off the road like that? We could've all been killed.
Stagecoach Driver: Well, that's Carrie Christianson, ma'am. You know, the last time, she won the race.
Carrie Christianson: I'll bet he told you not to gamble.
Bret Maverick: When I was 6 years old, my pappy took my brother and me into a saloon. They were playing Red Dog, and Chuck-a-Luck and Wheel of Chance. "Son," he said, "this is what's called gambling. Stay away from it. Games like this, you don't stand a chance. As long as you live, stick to poker."
John Wesley Hardin: Is that the town where John Wesley Hardin was shot?
Bart Maverick: News travels fast.
John Wesley Hardin: Who done it?
Bret Maverick: A fella by the name of Bret Maverick.
John Wesley Hardin: Must be fast on the draw.
Bart Maverick: [chuckles] Like lightning.
John Wesley Hardin: I'm hankering to meet up with him.
Bret Maverick: You are?
John Wesley Hardin: Yeah. To prove that lightning never strikes twice in the same place. I am John Wesley Hardin.
Bret Maverick: That's the way to Sundown, all right. Right down there.
John Wesley Hardin: Yeah.