Beau: How would you like to buy out my interest in the Blue Bell?
Charlotte: Well, uh … ya see, what I had in mind was that you would buy me out.
Beau: Oh. Oh, I - I wouldn't deprive you of the income from this high-class saloon and … spacious gambling palace.
Charlotte: In other words, you haven't believed one word I've said.
Beau: Not a syllable.
Charlotte: Then why did you let me go on like that?
Beau: Because you're so pretty when you're lying.