Bat: Very cleverly done, gentleman, but cheating nevertheless. And if permitted would be very destructive to our moral fiber.
Bat: Gentleman, I'm known for other things besides gambling. You've five hundred dollars of my money on that table.
Sheriff: All right, Masterson. You gotta name as a gunslinger. I won't have any trouble in my town!
Bat: Your town? I thought this was Morgan's town.
Bartender: Well, what'll we have?
Amelia: Milk, please.
Amelia: We wish to, what do you call it, wet our whistles.
Bartender: Ma'am, I don't have any milk in here. Even the cat drinks whiskey.
Bat: Sheriff, were you ever a decent man?
Sheriff: That's a miserable question to ask a man.
Bat: Yeah, that's what I thought.