Jodie Foster: Annabelle Bransford

Maverick

Annabelle Bransford

Annabelle: How'd you know I was bluffing? I didn't do any of my tells. I didn't shuffle my cards, I didn't pull my hair, I didn't even flick my teeth.
Maverick: You held your breath. If you'd been excited, you would have started breathing harder.
Annabelle: I did not.
[Looks at the Commodore]
Annabelle: Did I?
[Commodore nods]
Annabelle: [Annabelle looks at Angel] Did I?
[Angel nods]
Annabelle: [Annabelle looks at the dealer] Did I?
[the dealer nods]
Annabelle: Well, I'll just pretend I was playin' with someone else's money.
Maverick: That shouldn't be too hard.
[Annabelle gets up. Cooper leans toward her]
Zane Cooper: [whispering] You did hold your breath, ma'am.

Annabelle: Well, they're Indians. They probably just stole the ponies!
Maverick: Not everybody's like you, Mrs. Bransford.
Annabelle: What is it with you and Indians anyway?
Maverick: Oh, nothing. I try and shoot one a day, if possible, before noon. How 'bout you, Coop? I figure it's their fault for being on our land before we got here.

Maverick: [while unbuttoning his shirt] Now, it's time for you to do something that I want
Annabelle: How dare you. I am a lady. Not if you were a hundred years old, not if I was a hundred years old...
Maverick: Oh shut up. I don't want to go to bed with you, lady.
Annabelle: [disappointed] Why not?
Maverick: Why not? I'd be too frightened. God knows what parts of me you'd steal. I'd wake up with all sorts of things missing.

Zane Cooper: Oh, I suppose somebody ought to say something nice about the deceased.
Annabelle: How do you know he was nice? We don't know anything about him. The only thing he's got in his wallet is a bunch of names of whorehouses.

Annabelle: Well look at this. Here's a lot of money and your gun is six feet away.
Zane Cooper, Maverick: Eight.
Annabelle: What a remarkable family.
Maverick: How'd she - how'd she figure that?
Annabelle: Well, you all don't have the exclusive on tells! You both have the same height, the same build, you both talk the same, you both kiss the same, you both draw your guns the same, and you both sing the same wrong words to 'Amazing Grace'.
Zane Cooper, Maverick: Do not.

Maverick: I've only got one gun, that's 6 bullets. They're six, that's 36 bullets. Maybe they've got two guns, that's 72 bullets, maybe they've got rifles...
Annabelle: You're babbling.
Maverick: No I wasn't.

Annabelle: My, such splendid similarities. Now from the looks of things, I'll have the lady come in with some more hot water.

Annabelle: [speaking in a very southern drawl] A shouldn't be doin' this.
Maverick: You're just standing in the hallway, Mrs. Bransford, I think that's still legal in this state.