- [Bat and Harry watch a sharpshooting exibition]
- Harry Varden: Think you could do that, Bat?
- Bat Masterson: Not a chance, Harry.
- Harry Varden: Nothing less than a man-sized target for you, eh, friend?
- [issuing a challenge for an audience member to allow him to shoot a cigar from the volunteer's mouth]
- Danny Dowling: Who'll risk his nose for an evening on the town? Who thinks he doesn't need a nose?
- Harry Varden: Who's the fella who shot the fella who shot Wes Hardin?
- Dealer: Darby Cole.
- Harry Varden: Is he still in town?
- Dealer: Yeah.
- Harry Varden: I want to talk to 'im. And Fred, if he's got a friend he's afraid to turn his back on, I'll talk to him, too. Now get going. I'll take over your table.
- Bat Masterson: Maybe I wouldn't shoot at a tiger in the zoo, but nobody's going to stop me from getting in the cage with 'im.
- [Bat agrees to allow Danny to shoot a cigar out of his mouth]
- Danny Dowling: I assure you, Mr. Masterson, our cigars are made from the finest imported Havana tobacco and the bullets - the best grade Mr. Colt manufactures.
- Bat Masterson: Caesar, we who are about to die salute you.
- [last lines]
- Bat Masterson: Oh, uh, by the way, if it's a boy, call him William Barclay, will you, after me. I don't use the name very much, anyway.
- [first lines]
- Narrator: Dodge City, Kansas, May 1883. One of the most intriguing questions of the West: can a professional sharpshooter hold his own when face to face with a professional gunfighter? A partial answer came from the day in the life of Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.