Bret Maverick is hired to find out the identity of a rumored bank robber who just got to Denver and in the course of his investigation, uncovers not only who it is, but a secret that could cost the bank it's two million dollars in cash.
Big Ed Murphy
Pappyism: He who fights and runs away lives to run away another day.
Bret: Warn you, Junior, gonna open the next hand for a dime.
Tamblyn: Did I hear you say ten cents? Well, Bret Maverick, last time we met was in St. Louis, wasn't it? You wanna watch this sort of thing, Bret. Don't get in over your head.
Marshal: Maverick, I'm a lawman. I'm just doin' my job. Now, if you imagine that I'd get any personal pleasure out of seein' you in jail, you'd be absolutely right.
Bret: I guess I'm just not your type, Marshal.
Marshal: Well, in all honesty, I found out you were tellin' the truth - those marked cards weren't yours.
Bret: Well, of course not.
Bret: He must not be a very good poker player if he has to rob banks.
Marshal: Yes sir, like I always say, it takes a thief to catch a thief.
Bret: Well, I don't like the way you put that, Marshal.
Marshal: Oh, uh, no offense, Maverick, it's just an expression. Maybe I shoulda said "Birds of a feather flock together."
Bret: Well, I don't like that any better.
Marshal: "Takes one to know one?"
Foursquare: How have you been? You look as if the world was treating you well.
Bret: Well, the more they treat me, the better I like it.
Bret: Whenever you want money you just come in and take it? How much have you taken?
Foursquare: Oh, quite a bit, I guess. But I paid it all back. Right now, I don't owe the vault a dime. I've even opened a savings account with the bank. Well, it was the least I could do.
Bret: Foursquare, do you really realize what you're doing? The way you go about it, the bank is actually paying you interest on their money. And if you ever get caught, Methuselah himself wouldn't be able to stand the sentence they're gonna throw at you.
Bret: Who does this animal belong to?
Telegraph Operator: Like I just said, the sheriff. What's the matter, mister, you been taken with a spell?
Bret: No, just taken.
Bret: Blimey, lads. This should be the richest haul yet, aye?
Driscoll: Button your lip. Boss needs silence so he can hear the tumblers.
Big Ed: What do ya mean, I need silence? I could crack this safe with a hundred cannons around me.
Foursquare: You know, I don't think I ever hit a man before in my life.
Bret: Well, it's a hard thing to do.
Foursquare: I rather enjoyed it.
Bret (referring to Tamblyn): You're right about him being untrustworthy, and no, I didn't tell him about your secret door. But I will tell him - in a year or so, after you've moved back into your house and bricked up the door, then I'll tell him. I just want to see the look on his face when I tell him that for two months he lived in the house that had an unlocked door to the vault of the Denver State Bank.
Foursquare: Remember, Bret: "Stone walls do not a prison make, nor iron bars a cage."
From the 1842 Richard Lovelace poem To Althea: From Prison.
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