Dowd: You know, Maverick, you haven't exactly endeared yourself to the people of this town...and that little rodeo of yours didn't help any. There's over a hundred dollars worth of damage and it must be paid.
Bret: You must have a fortune tied up in earwax. You don't hear too good, do you?
Dowd: My job is to protect distinguished visitors from the likes of you. Mr. Bligh is a respected writer. As long as he's a guest in our town I don't want him harassed. Now, we'll check into this..uh..uh...Tul...Tulsa Jack...but unless you have some proof, you stay away from Mr. Bligh.
Bret: All right, all right. But, you better start makin' some room for bodies...and God help you if one of 'em turns out to be mine.