Brent: Would you kiss me?
Joanne: Mr. Maverick, I'd quite like to, I think. But I don't know how.
Brent: Ya don't know how?
Joanne: You see, kissing's forbidden in Sunburst before the bands are published. And being the Mayor's niece, well, I might as well have the mumps.
Brent: A lovely girl like you. It's inhuman.
Joanne: Worse. Ya know my poor dear Aunt Nettie? She's never been kissed, pinched, cuddled or … or gently outraged in any way. She's nervous as a witch and I'll probably wind up much like her.
Brent: Joanne, I'm a convicted gambler. I'll probably be hanged for murder. I might just as well commit one last crime.