- [Bat knocks out Whit's assistant before entering the police commissioner's office]
- Whit Morrison: How did you get in here?
- Bat Masterson: You ought to send your boys to my club to learn the manly art of self-defense.
- Bat Masterson: You know, I've never struck an honest-to-goodness police commissioner before, but you're not honest.
- Isabel Fowler: You know, you don't look like the kind of man that would... would pass up opportunity.
- Bat Masterson: I'm usually listening when it knocks. Sometimes I knock myself.
- Marty: But what makes you so sure the city won't close you up again?
- Bat Masterson: I'm a gambler, Marty. Calculated risk.
- [Whit blackmails Marty with evidence of previous crimes]
- Marty: What is it this time?
- Whit Morrison: Well, I uh... I want you to plant some dynamite, in Masterson's club.
- Marty: Oh, no!
- Whit Morrison: Oh, yes!
- Marty: But he's my friend!
- Whit Morrison: And I'm your enemy, but you're gonna do it just the same.
- Bat Masterson: I read someplace that a great man keeps one eye on the stars and the other in the holes in the road.
- Monroe Fowler: Well, I guess I'll go out and start filling in some of those holes.
- Bat Masterson: Mr. Mayor, if you'd appoint me police commissioner for a minute or two, I'd be very happy to herd your prisoners to jail - or shall we call them "holes in the road?"
- Monroe Fowler: Whichever you prefer, Mr. Commissioner.
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Denver, Colorado. One of the foremost sports centers of the country was the scene of an unusual adventure in the colorful life of Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.