(the Sheriff lets Bret talk to Buckley alone, through the bars)
Buckley: (laughing) Good 'ole Bret.
Bret: (Bret grabs Buckley) Where is it?
Bret: You know what I'm talkin' about, ya lyin' thievin' red. You stashed that money somewhere before you rode into town.
Buckley: Maverick, you're rumpling me!