Bank Manager: You're Mr. Masterson, aren't you?
Bat: The nouveau riche Mr. Masterson.
Bat: It's been a rewarding day. Lady Luck smiled at me, grinned broadly, and then broke out laughing. Fact is, she was almost hysterical.
Bank Manager: I hope you enjoy your stay in Las Cruces.
Bat: I will now. I have no lock on my hotel room. It takes twice as long to sleep with one eye open.
Winkler: These ladies are mail order brides.
Bat: Ladies, my hat's off to the United States Post Office Department and the beautiful packages it delivers--gift wrapped.
Eileen: I was told that you always, uh, carry a cane.
Bat: Oh, ah, my horse and I usually take turns.