- Bat Masterson: Well now, Mr. Wright, I'm not gonna pay you a penny's worth of tribute, although, uh, I might give you my gold-handled cane.
- Teddy Wright: Your cane?
- Bat Masterson: Right across where you'll feel it the most. It hurts!
- Joe Rankin: Sometimes a man's got no choice.
- Bat Masterson: There's always a choice when a man gets more sick of himself than scared.
- Joe Rankin: Bat, every time I get up there my knees get to knockin' so bad I sound like a bass drum on the Fourth of July.
- Bat Masterson: You're improvin' right along, Joe. Just stand bow-legged.
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- Narrator: Protection, Kansas. The year - 1878. The cattle drive was nearly over. But it became the beginning of a private war called a public election. From the colorful life of Bat Masterson - the man who became a legend in his own time.