- [first lines]
- Trainer: Yours, man, he's all yours. You have to think.
- Constable Henry Higgins: I'd place a bet on George Dixon, if I were you, Jackson.
- Constable Slugger Jackson: It's illegal, Henry, we're constables.
- Constable Henry Higgins: We are off-duty constables.
- Constable Slugger Jackson: Even so, I'd rather enjoy the fight unfettered.
- Constable Henry Higgins: Okay, but Little Chocolate is sure to win; he's pound for pound the finest fighter there is. He's Canadian, no less. It's almost unpatriotic not to bet.
- Constable Slugger Jackson: Then why don't *you* bet on him, Henry.
- Constable Henry Higgins: Don't have any more money on me.
- Constable Slugger Jackson: [laughs] What a surprise.
- Constable Henry Higgins: I gave it all to George for the Inspector's bachelor party.
- Constable Slugger Jackson: That is not an excuse; I contributed too.
- Constable Henry Higgins: I doubt Inspector Murdoch even wants a bachelor party.
- Reporter Matthew Booth: Mr. Masterson!
- Bat Masterson: Yes?
- Reporter Matthew Booth: Matthew Booth from the Toronto Gazette. I just read in the New York Telegraph that you and the constabulary are hot on the trail of Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.
- Bat Masterson: That's right.
- Reporter Matthew Booth: I'd like to do a story on you: Lawman turned sportswriter chases the infamous Butch and Sundance.
- Bat Masterson: Hmm. Certainly. But I can't spare much time.
- Reporter Matthew Booth: Is it true you were born in Canada?
- Bat Masterson: Yes, Quebec, but you could keep that off the record. I am as American as they come!
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: That's the thing about Canadian law enforcement, Mr. Masterson. Patience, diligence and the reliance on intellect trump the quick draw of a gun every time.
- [last lines]
- [a belly-dancer begins dancing at Murdoch's bachelor party]
- Mrs. Kitchen: Well, I suppose I had better be going. Enjoy yourself, Detective Murdoch. Breakfast will be ready at six, as usual.
- Bat Masterson: [voice-over, as Murdoch reads the note the dancer has given him] With utmost admiration, from one lawman to another. Bat Masterson.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: [pushing Murdoch into a chair] Have a seat, Murdoch.
- Bat Masterson: [watching a belly-dancer] I don't think I've seen a dance quite like it.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Reminds me of Afghanistan. Never thought I'd see it here, but I can't say that I mind.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Inspector Thomas Brackenreid. This is my station-house. Who are you?
- Bat Masterson: Bat Masterson.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bat Masterson, the lawman?
- Bat Masterson: None other.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Well, let him out, Jackson.
- Bat Masterson: Oh, no need to hurry; it's too late. Damn shame. I had Robert Parker and Harry Longabaugh dead to rights.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: You're saying...
- Bat Masterson: Damn right. Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid are in Toronto.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: Bloody hell.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: The fact of the matter is Sundance and Butch are on the loose. Bat knows them better than we do, Murdoch. He'll take the lead.
- Detective William Murdoch: Very Well.
- Inspector Thomas Brackenreid: So where should we start, Bat?
- Bat Masterson: Hmm. Take me to the most reputable house of ill repute in town.