- Mary MacLeod: Bat Masterson, I have nothin' but burnin' words for the likes of ya! You promised to help my grandfather and I took you at your word.
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Well, he's out of jail...
- Mary MacLeod: At what price? Turning a noble castle into a cheap hotel!
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Oh, no - a luxury hotel.
- [to Tracy]
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: You know, when I first met you, I thought you had stars in your eyes, but now I think they're dollar signs.
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Dying is a very personal matter and a man with real pride doesn't ask others to help him do it.
- [Bat closes the visor on a suit of armor]
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Sorry, old boy, but it's impolite to yawn.
- Captain Angus MacLeod: Bat, you're a conniver and a knave - there must be a touch of Scot's plaid in your blood.
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Well, I don't...
- [Tracy cocks his pistol]
- Tracy Crow: We'll know that in a minute.
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Well, one more ghost for the castle, Angus. Think your forefathers will mind?
- Captain Angus MacLeod: Our gain, Bat, lad, is their loss.
- William Barclay 'Bat' Masterson: Aye.
- [first lines]
- Narrator: San Francisco Harbor, 1883 - where we find Bat Masterson, the man who became a legend in his own time.