Bret: I am not your friend, Buckley.
Buckley: Oh, yes … Oh, yes you are, Maverick. Nobody but a friend would do what … what you're going to do for me.
Bret: What might that be?
Buckley: You're going to break me out of this preposterous jail.
Bret: You don't know me at all, Buckley. I've never broken anybody out of jail in my life and, if I were to start, why would I start with you? You tell me why I'd do it?
Buckley: Because you're greedy and because I know where the money is. And if these rubes string me up, I'll die a rich man.
Bret: Would you really do a thing like that? Would you die with $10,000 on your conscience, and two thousand of it my money?
Buckley: I'd die happy that way.