Billy Clanton: [as Doc Holliday is drunkenly playing a somber piece on the saloon piano, Clanton speaks, just as drunkenly] Is that "Old Dog Trey? Sounds like "Old Dog Trey."
Doc Holliday: Pardon?
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.
Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry...
Curly Bill: [takes a bill with Wyatt's signature from a customer and throws it on the faro table] Wyatt Earp, huh? I heard of you.
Ike Clanton: Listen, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt Earp: I'm retired.
Curly Bill: Good. That's real good.
Ike Clanton: Yeah, that's good, Mr. Law Dog, 'cause law don't go around here.
Wyatt Earp: I heard you the first time.
[flips a card]
Wyatt Earp: Winner to the King, five hundred dollars.
Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike.
Johnny Ringo: [Ringo steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.
Doc Holliday: That's the rumor.
Johnny Ringo: You retired too?
Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime.
Johnny Ringo: Yeah, you look it.
Doc Holliday: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?
Kate: You don't even know him.
Doc Holliday: Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.
Wyatt Earp: [to Ringo] He's drunk.
Doc Holliday: In vino veritas.
["In wine is truth" meaning: "When I'm drinking, I speak my mind"]
Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis.
["Do what you do" meaning: "Do what you do best"]
Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus apella, non ego.
["The Jew Apella may believe it, not I" meaning: "I don't believe drinking is what I do best."]
Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister.
["Events are the teachers of fools" meaning: "Fools have to learn by experience"]
Doc Holliday: [gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat.
["Rest in peace" meaning: "It's your funeral!"]
Tombstone Marshal Fred White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
Doc Holliday: Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.
Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo] Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Wyatt Earp: All right, Clanton... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You see that?
[pulls open his coat, revealing a badge]
Wyatt Earp: It says United States Marshal!
Ike Clanton: [terrified, pleading] Wyatt, please, I...
Wyatt Earp: [referring to Stilwell, laying dead] Take a good look at him, Ike... 'cause that's how you're gonna end up!
[shoves Ike down roughly with his boot]
Wyatt Earp: The Cowboys are finished, you understand? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it!
[lets Ike up to run for his life]
Wyatt Earp: So run, you cur... RUN! Tell all the other curs the law's comin'!
Wyatt Earp: You tell 'em I'M coming... and hell's coming with me, you hear?...
Wyatt Earp: Hell's coming with me!
Doc Holliday: [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.
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: Revenge.
Wyatt Earp: For what?
Doc Holliday: Bein' born.
Doc Holliday: Oh. Johnny, I apologize; I forgot you were there. You may go now.
Doc Holliday: [taunting a card player who believes Holliday is cheating him] Why Ed does this mean we're not friends anymore? You know Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend... I just don't think I could bear it!
Doc Holliday: What did you ever want?
Wyatt Earp: Just to live a normal life.
Doc Holliday: There's no normal life, Wyatt, it's just life. Get on with it.
Wyatt Earp: Don't know how.
Doc Holliday: Sure you do. Say goodbye to me. Go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty from it, don't look back. Live every second. Live right on to the end. Live Wyatt. Live for me. Wyatt, if you were ever my friend - if ya ever had even the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now. Leave now... Please.
Wyatt Earp: Thanks for always being there, Doc.
Doc Holliday: Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
Johnny Ringo: [waiting by an oak tree for Wyatt Earp for a showdown, he believes the person approaching is Wyatt] Well,I didn't think ya had it in you.
Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.
[Ringo is startled that it's Holliday and not Wyatt]
Doc Holliday: Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Johnny Ringo: Fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc Holliday: I'll beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?
Johnny Ringo: I was just foolin' about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn't. And this time...
[opens his coat to reveal a U.S. Deputy Marshal Badge]
Doc Holliday: ... it's legal.
Johnny Ringo: All right, lunger. Let's do it.
Doc Holliday: [they both start moving in circles slowly into position for a showdown, staring at each other without blinking] Say when.
Doc Holliday: [they both draw but Holliday is a tad quicker and shoots Ringo in the head and Ringo struggles to stay standing and finally falls] Poor soul. You were just too high-strung.
[Holliday places the badge on Ringo's corpse]
Doc Holliday: [Holliday hears running footsteps and turns to see Wyatt Earp approaching] I'm afraid the strain was more than he could bear. Oh, I wasn't quite as sick as I made out.
Wyatt Earp: Good God.
[knells to examine Ringo and picks up the badge]
Doc Holliday: My hypocrisy goes only so far.
Wyatt Earp: All right. Let's finish it.
Doc Holliday: Indeed, sir. The last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals
Wyatt Earp: [Tyler reaches for his gun] Go ahead, skin it! Skin that smokewagon and see what happens!
Johnny Tyler: [stammers, scared] Listen, mister, I - I'm - I'm - I'm gettin' awful tired of your...
Wyatt Earp: [slaps Tyler across the face, unafraid] I'm gettin' tired of your gas. Now jerk that pistol and go to work!
Wyatt Earp: [slaps him harder, now completely steely-eyed] I said throw down, boy!
Doc Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.
Wyatt Earp: How many cards do you want?
Doc Holliday: I don't want to play any more.
Wyatt Earp: How many?
Doc Holliday: Damn it, you're the most fallible, stubborn, self-deluded, bullheaded man I've ever known in my entire life.
Wyatt Earp: I call.
[looks at Doc's cards]
Wyatt Earp: You win.
Doc Holliday: You're the only human being in my entire life that ever gave me hope...
Wyatt Earp: 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!
Doc Holliday: Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
Doc Holliday: My hypocrisy goes only so far.
Doc Holliday: Make no mistake, it's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'.
Doc Holliday: I stand corrected, Wyatt. You're an oak.
Wyatt Earp: You gonna do somethin' or just stand there and bleed?
Narrator: The Red Sash Cowboy Gang was broken forever. Ike Clanton was shot and killed two years later during an attempted robbery. Mattie died of a drug overdose shortly after she left Tombstone. Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California where Virgil, despite the use of only one arm, became a town sheriff. Wyatt and Josephine embarked on a series of adventures. Up or down, thin or flush, in 47 years they never left each other's side. Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. Among the pallbearers at his funeral, were early western stars William S. Hart and Tom Mix. Tom Mix wept.
Doc Holliday: Why Kate, you're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.
[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.
Wyatt Earp: [to Ike Clanton] 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?
Frank Stillwell: [Stillwell and Ike are planning to ambush the Earps at the train station] That's Virgil there with the women.
Ike Clanton: He's mine, understand?
Frank Stillwell: [Cocking his rifle] Hey Mattie! Where's Wyatt?
Wyatt Earp: Right behind you, Stillwell.
[Shoots Stillwell as he turns around]
Doc Holliday: [after killing Johnny Ringo] It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear.
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, though sharp as a hawk. He's got the look of both predator and prey.
Josephine Marcus: I want one.
Mr. Fabian: Happy hunting.
Doc Holliday: Very cosmopolitan.
Wyatt Earp: Fight's commenced! Get to fightin' or get away!
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.
Wyatt Earp: In all that time workin' those cow towns, I was only ever mixed up in one shootin', just one! But a man lost his life and I took it! You don't know how that feels, and believe me boy, you don't ever want to know. Not ever!
Narrator: 1879 - the Civil War is over, and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers, and thieves seek their fortune. Cattle growers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder rates higher than than those of modern day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp, retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life for his family. Earp's friend, John, Doc Holliday, a southern gentlemen turned gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping the dry climate would relieve his tuberculosis. Silver is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes queen of the boom towns where the latest Pairs fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmosphere of greed, over 100 exiled Texas outlaws band together to form the ruthless gang recognized by the red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America. They call themselves, The Cowboys.
Wyatt Earp: I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan.
Mexican Groom: [to the Cowboys, who have just shot him in the knee] You go hell!
Curly Bill: You first.
Johnny Ringo: I want your blood. And I want your souls. And I want them both right now!
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.
Johnny Ringo: [Ringo is trying to get McMasters to rejoin the Cowboys] So, there's nothin' I can say to get you to come back?
Sherman McMasters: Not after what you done. Not after shootin' at the Earp's women.
Johnny Ringo: All right then, I guess you can just get back on your horse and ride back down there to your new friends.
Ike Clanton: [placing a shotgun to McMaster's head] Hey. I just got one question; how're you planning on gettin' back down there?
Doc Holliday: And so she walked out of our lives forever.
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.
Kate: I've been good to you, I've taken care of you. If you die, where does that leave me?
Doc Holliday: Without a meal ticket I suppose.
[Doc rides horse out of barn into stable area, Kate runs out after him punching him in anger]
Kate: You bastard!
Doc Holliday: Why Kate, have you no kind words for me as I ride away?
Doc Holliday: I calculate not.
Doc Holliday: Sheriff, allow me to present a pair of fellow sophisticates. Turkey Creek Jack Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion. Mind your ear, Creek.
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.
Wyatt Earp: [to Josephine Marcus] I have nothing left, nothing to give you, I have no pride, no dignity, no money, I don't even know how we'll make a living, but I promise I'll love you the rest of your life
Wyatt Earp: [Vigil has agreed to become Tombstone's town marshall, upsetting Wyatt] What in the hell are you doin'? I told you we weren't gettin' involved!
Virgil Earp: You got us involved when you brought us here.
Wyatt Earp: Now you hold on a minute, Virg!
Virgil Earp: Hold on nothin'! I walk around this town and look these people in the eyes. It's just like someone's slappin' me in the face! These people are afraid to walk down the street, and I'm tryin' to make money off that like some goddamn vulture! If we're gonna have a future in this town, it's gotta have some law and order!
Wyatt Earp: Don't do this to me!
Virgil Earp: It's got nothin' to do with you! It's got to do wi...
Wyatt Earp: Nothin' to do with me? I'm your brother, for Christ's sake! God, I don't believe this!
Wyatt Earp: Talk to him, will you? Or hit him!
[Morgan sheepishly shows Wyatt his deputy badge under his coat]
Wyatt Earp: Ah, God, don't tell me!
Morgan Earp: Like you said, Wyatt, we're brothers. Gotta back your brother's play. Just did like I figured you would.
Wyatt Earp: Okay, fine. Say you're right, say you don't get yourself killed. There's somethin' else. All those years I worked those cow towns, I was only ever mixed up in one shootin', just one. But a man lost his life, and I took it. You don't know how that feels, Morg. Believe me, boy, you don't ever wanna know. Not ever.
Doc Holliday: Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know: let's have a spelling contest.
Johnny Tyler: Christ Almighty, it's like I'm sittin' here playin' cards with my brother's kids or somethin'. You nerve-wrackin' sons-a-bitches.
Curly Bill: [after a vicious gunfight with the Mexican police] Looks like we win.
Barnes: Wearing that badge don't make you right.
Sheriff John Behan: We're growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years, and just as sophisticated.
Wyatt Earp: How the hell did we get ourselves into this?