Ponca: Maverick, wasn't it?
Bret: Yeah, uh, say - can you keep a secret?
Ponca: For a dollar.
Bret: Well, you know how it is with a gambling man - moves from town to town, sometimes looking for a cooler climate?
Ponca: Oh-h, yeah, travelin' for your health, huh?
Bret: Yeah. Well, I'm not using the name Maverick. I'm callin' myself Martin - Bret Martin.
Ponca: Well, that's fine with me. I'm callin' myself Ponca!