This episode takes place in Virginia City, Nevada, the same setting as the NBC western Bonanza.
Pappyism: Stick your nose in other people's business and you'll get it bent.
Bret: Do I get to shuffle?
Bordeen: As much as you want. Well, do we have a bet?
Bret: Double or nothing?
Bordeen: Double or nothing.
Bret: Those are pretty attractive odds, Mr. Bordeen.
Kennedy: You've seen that trick before, Mr. Maverick?
Bret: No, just that kind of trickster. This is my profession, gentlemen.
Kennedy: Hard to understand. Losing $10,000 to Bordeen is no more than losing $10 is to most people, he's that rich.
Bret: Some men can't stand to lose ten cents, Mr. Kennedy, no matter how rich they are.
Bret: A long time ago, Mr. Bordeen, I decided that a gambling debt wasn't ever important enough to kill a man over. I decided that welshers are people to feel sorry for. That the pressure that made them crawl so low must've been worse than anything I could do to them. So I let it go at that, marked it off to profit and loss, but you don't get off that easy.
Sheriff: Either you've had too much to drink or not enough, one or the other, now clear outta here.
Bret: Half my problem was solved now, I had my $10,000. Solving the other half suddenly didn't seem too important. Suppose I did prove I killed Bordeen, I'd still have to prove that I'd done it in self defense, Uh-uh, no percentage. A trip to San Francisco suddenly seemed like a better idea.
Ellen: Will you help me?
Bret: No, ma'am.
Ellen: Not very noble, are you?
Bret: No, ma'am.
Ellen: Because you have your $10,000?
Bret: Yes, ma'am.
Bordeen: I'm, uh, sorry I was so rude last night, Mr. Maverick.
Bret: Well, I'm sorry I killed you.
Bordeen: I … I don't like this.
Horne: You will, be patient. Nobody likes being a millionaire at first.
Ellen: Well, why not? Why shouldn't we have a little luxury, and a little comfort, and a few riches?
Bret: Well, there's always the gout.
Bordeen: Your manners are bad, Maverick.
Bret: How can you tell? You had your back to me.
Ellen: Well, you're not the most grateful of men. I just saved your life.
Bret: You also got rid of a bad conscience. Goodbye Ellen. Happy money.
Bret: Mixing in other people's business isn't my profession, Mr. Jennings.
Ellen: I gave up.
Bret: After you slugged me?
Ellen: Oh, I didn't like slugging you.
Bret: You poor girl.