- Wes Corwin: Maverick. You've got ten minutes to get out of this town.
- Bret Maverick: Sheriff, I've got out of towns this size in five minutes.
- Mike Brill: Feel like eatin'?
- Bret Maverick: Mm. Not unless you carry a line of free food.
- Mike Brill: Down on your luck, huh?
- Bret Maverick: No, just broke. And there's quite a difference.
- Bret Maverick: By the way, I don't cheat at cards. I don't have to. There's no one easier to beat than a card sharp, if you know his twists. and in most games, there's usually one.
- Bret Maverick: Now, what's a pretty girl like that doing in Bent Fork?
- Wes Corwin: What's a drifter like you wanna know for?
- Molly Gleason: Well, Bret, whatever made you become a...?
- Bret Maverick: Drifter?
- Molly Gleason: Heh, Drifter.
- Bret Maverick: Well, it's a long story. I keep on the move because I'm looking for a man. Sometimes, I'm afraid I might find him. Have to settle down.
- Bret Maverick: Now, you boys say I cost you a lot of money. All right, maybe I did. But I can show you how you can get it all back. And a lot more to keep it company. Interested?
- Molly Gleason: Well, you said you'd have to settle down someday. Why not here? In Texas, you can look farther but you can't see as much.
- Bret Maverick: Well, I may decide to stay. Most jails, the waiter has his thumb in the soup and needs a shave.
- [first lines]
- [after watching Bret ride into town and enter a saloon]
- Molly Gleason: Jed, is he one of the Bar T hands?
- Jed: No, never seen him before.
- [last lines]
- Bret Maverick: Mr. Nelson parted with a small reward. Here, take it, Molly. Between you, a good lawyer and a jury of cowhands, you won't be away too long. Here, take it. When it's over, there'll be enough of that left to make a fresh start. Maybe by then, you'll realize that the best chance you'll ever have is right her in Bent Forks. I think you know his name. Goodbye.
- Molly Gleason: [softly] Bye, Bret.
- Mike Brill: Well, there's ten dollars here, you only took him for five.
- Bret Maverick: I got a delicate conscience.
- Fletcher: You cost us an awful lotta money, mister - plus two hundred dollars we had to pay out in bail. Now just what do you figure we oughta do about it?
- Bret Maverick: You're holdin' the gun.
- Fletcher: And that counts a lot.
- Bret Maverick: Sorry, Molly. I don't know if it's that kiss, or because you're suddenly a puzzle I can't walk away from, but I'm staying a while longer.