Doc Holliday: You know, if I didn't think you were my friend, Ed, I don't think I could bare it.

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Why do you do it?
Doc Holliday: Wyatt is my friend.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
Doc Holliday: I don't.

McMasters: You ever seen somethin' like that before?
Texas Jack: Hell, I never even heard of something like that.

Doc Holliday: [To Johnny Ringo, after shooting him in a duel] You're no daisy!

Doc Holliday: [after killing Johnny Ringo] It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear.

Wyatt Earp: I did my duty, now I'd like to get on with my life. I'm going to Tombstone.
Crawley Dake: Ah, I see. To strike it rich. Well, all right, that's fine. Tell you one thing, though... I never saw a rich man who didn't wind up with a guilty conscience.
Wyatt Earp: already got a guilty conscience. Might as well have the money, too. Good day, now.

Virgil Earp: What the Hell kinda town is this?
Morgan Earp: Nice scenery.
Doc Holliday: Well, an enchanted moment.
Josephine Marcus: Interesting little scene. I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
Mr. Fabian: My dear you've set your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette . . . eyes closed by the sun, they're sharp as a hawk. He's got the look of both predator and prey.
Josephine Marcus: I want one.
Mr. Fabian: Happy hunting.

[Morgan is fatally wounded in a gunfight]
Morgan Earp: Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.

[During the Shootout at the OK Corral...]
Wyatt Earp: Fight's Commenced! Get to fightin' or get away!

[after watching a play in which Faust sells his soul to the Devil]
Curly Bill: I'll tell you what I'd do- I'd take that deal 'n' then shoot that ol' Devil in the ass. What about you Johnny, what would you do? Would you take that deal?
Johnny Ringo: I already did.

Johnny Ringo: You must be Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday: That's the rumor.
Johnny Ringo: Are you retired too?
Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime.

Sheriff John Behan: We're growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years, and just as sophisticated.

Doc Holliday: Very cosmopolitan.

Wyatt Earp: I just want you to know it's over between us.
Curly Bill: Well...bye.
Johnny Ringo: Smell that, Bill? Smells like someone died.

Wyatt Earp: Skin that smoke wagon and go to work!

Doc Holliday: Forgive me if I don't shake hands.

Doc Holliday: Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now.

Doc Holliday: I stand corrected, Wyatt. You're an oak.

Wyatt Earp: You could have been busted up back there, or killed.
Josephine Marcus: Fun, though, wasn't it?
Wyatt Earp: You'd die for fun?
Josephine Marcus: Wouldn't you?

Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Nobody move!
Doc Holiday: Nonsense. By all means, move.

Doc Holliday: Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Doc Holliday: In vino veritas.
Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis.
Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus Apella, non ego.
Johnny Ringo: Iuventus stultorum magister.
Doc Holliday: In pace requiescat.

Wyatt Earp: You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?

Doc Holliday: Look darlin'! That's Latin. It appears Johnny Ringo is an educated man. Now I really hate him!

Ike Clanton: Law Dog, law don't go around here!

Wyatt Earp: I spent my whole life not knowing what I want out of it, just chasing my tail. Now for the first time I know exactly what I want and who... that's the damnable misery of it.

Doc Holliday: Why Kate, You're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.

Ike Clanton: What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!

Doc Holliday: What do you want Wyatt?
Wyatt Earp: Just to live a normal life.
Doc Holliday: There is no normal life, there's just life, ya live it.
Wyatt Earp: I don't know how.
Doc Holliday: Sure ya do, say goodbye to me, go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that and don't look back. Live every second, live right on through the end. Live Wyatt, live for me. Wyatt, if you were ever truly my friend, or if ya ever had just the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now, leave now, please.
Wyatt Earp: Thanks for always being there, Doc.

Doc Holliday: It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.

Johnny Ringo: Isn't anyone here man enough to play for blood?
Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.

Johnny Ringo: It's quoted in the bible, Revelations: Behold the pale horse. The man who sat on him was death, and Hell followed with him.

Wyatt Earp: How are you?
Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?

Texas Jack: Where's Wyatt?
Doc Holliday: Down by the creek, walking on water.

Josephine: I'm a woman, I like men. If that means I'm not lady-like, then I guess I'm just not a lady.
Wyatt Earp: You're different. No arguin' that. But you're a lady. I'd take my oath on it.

Billy Clanton: Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinking Foster.
Doc Holliday: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
Billy Clanton: A which?
Doc Holliday: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin.

Morgan Earp: Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.
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.
[Billy Clanton draws a knife, and Doc Holliday takes out a second gun]
Doc Holliday: I have two guns, one for each of ya.

Doc Holliday: It seems poker's just not your game, Ike. I know: let's have a spelling contest!
[cracks up laughing]

Wyatt Earp: You tell him I'm coming! And hell's coming with me!

Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo] Why Johnny Ringo, you look like someone just walked over your grave.

Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your soul. And I want them both right now!

Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.

[Wyatt Earp has just found out that the devil in a play was performed by a woman]
Wyatt Earp: Well, I'll be damned.
Doc Holliday: You may indeed, if you get lucky.

Doc Holliday: I have not yet begun to defile myself.

Doc Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.

Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc?
Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has got a great big hole, right in the middle of himself. And he can never steal enough, or kill enough, or cause enough pain to fill it up. And so he walks the earth, forever seeking retribution...
Wyatt Earp: For what?
Doc Holliday: Being born.

Wyatt Earp: You gonna do somethin'? Or are you just gonna stand there and bleed?

Doc Holliday: You must be Ringo.
[to Big Nose Kate]
Doc Holliday: Look, darlin', it's Johnny Ringo. Deadliest pistolier since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin', should I hate him?

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. That was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn't.