Joe: But of course you wanna work for us, we're the Wheelwrights.
Bart: The fact that you own practically all the state doesn't mean a thing to me.
Joe: Now, no need to haggle, Mr. Maverick. Where the happiness of my boys is concerned, expense don't mean a thing.
Bart: Eh! I've got all the money I need. I've been on a winning streak ever since I left Tombstone, and I'm superstitious enough to believe that moving around had something to do with it, so I been planning to leave your town on this afternoon's stage.
Joe: Now, don't be silly, boy. You can't let a foolish superstition stand in the way of the welfare of Henry, Small Paul and Moose.
Bart: Uh, Mr. Wheelwright, the welfare of Henry and Small Paul and particularly Moose couldn't mean less to me. So you better find yourself another boy for this job.
Joe: Now Mr. Maverick, where in this town are we going to find an honest, temperate gentleman who wears a clean shirt every day. Uh, be reasonable.