Hawkins: Come now, Maverick, you could trust old Freddy, all the bloomin' way.
Bret: Well, I don't have to trust you, Freddy. If you double cross me just the teeniest little bit, I'll publish McIlhenny's letter in that paper. I'll have everybody in Elwood, Kansas looking for that gold.
Hawkins: Of course you would, bless your heart. I'd do the same meself.