Wyatt Earp: Well, I'll be damned. Doc Holliday: You may indeed, if you get lucky.
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Tombstone
Legendary marshal Wyatt Earp, now a weary gunfighter, joins his brothers Morgan and Virgil to pursue their collective fortune in the thriving mining town of Tombstone. But Earp is forced to don a badge again and get help from his notorious pal Doc Hollida
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Nobody move! Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move.
Make no mistake, it's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'.
From now on I see a red sash, I kill the man wearing it. So run you cur. And tell the other curs the law is coming. You tell 'em I'm coming! And Hell's coming with me you hear! Hell's coming with me!
Wyatt Earp: How are you? Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?
Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.
Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does? Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it. Wyatt Earp: What does he need? Doc Holliday: Rev…
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky. Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
[to Johnny Ringo, after shooting him in a duel] You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high-strung.
Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seeing double. [draws a knife] Doc Holliday: [takes out a second gun] I have two guns, one for each of ya.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Doc, you oughta be in bed, what the hell you doin this for anyway? Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp is my friend. Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Hell, I got lots of friends. Doc Holliday: I don't.
Johnny Ringo: My fight's not with you, Holliday. Doc Holliday: I beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. 'Play for Blood,' remember? Johnny Ringo: Oh that. I was just foolin' about. Doc Holliday: I wasn't.
I'm your huckleberry.