Tombstone

Tombstone quotes

55 total quotes (ID: 585)

Curly Bill Brocius
Doc Holliday
Morgan Earp
Multiple Characters
Virgil Earp
Wyatt Earp


Fred White: Law and order every time, that's us.


Johnny Tyler: Christ, it's like I am playing cards with my brothers kids or somethin'. You nerve-wracking sons of bitches!!

Narrator: Wyatt and Josie 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 Earp's funeral were early western stars Tom Mix and William S. Hart. Tom Mix wept.

Sheriff John Behan: Oh, no! This is a town matter, not county.

Johnny: And you must be Doc Holliday.
Doc: That's the rumor.
Johnny: What about you, are you retired?
Doc: Not me. I'm in my prime.
Johnny: Yeah, you look it.
Doc: [incredulously] 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?
Big Nose Kate: You don't even know him.
Doc: 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: [haltingly, to Ringo] He's drunk..
Doc: En vino veritas. [Latin: "In wine is truth".]
Johnny: Age quod agis. [Latin: "Do what you do best".]
Doc: Credat Judaeus apella, non ego. [Latin: "The Jew Apella may believe it, not I", loosely meaning "I do not believe drinking is what I do best".]
Johnny: Eventus stultorum magister. [Latin: "Events are the teachers of fools.", loosely meaning "Fools have to learn from their experiences."]
Doc: [flashing an evilly playful smirk] In pace requiescat. [Latin: "Rest in peace." loosely meaning "The experience that you learn from will be your funeral."]
Marshal Fred White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.
Doc: That's Latin, darlin', evidently Mr. Ringo here's an educated man. Now I really hate him.

Josephine Marcus: [looking lustfully at Wyatt] This is a remarkabale scene...I wonder who that tall drink of water is.
Mr. Fabian: My darling, you've cast your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk. He has the look of both predator, and prey.
Josephine Marcus: I want one.
Mr. Fabian: Happy hunting.

Sherman McMasters: [referring to the shootings of Morgan and Virgil Earp] If they were my brothers, I'd want revenge, too.
Doc: Oh, make no mistake; it's not revenge he's looking for. It's a reckoning.
[Doc begins coughing violently.]
Jack Johnson: Doc, you ought to be in bed, what the hell you doin' this for anyway?
Doc: Because, Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Jack Johnson: Hell, I've got lots of friends.
Doc: I don't.

[Billy Clanton is antagonizing Doc Holliday, who is playing Chopin on a harpsichord]'
Billy Clanton: You know any Stephen Foster?
Doc Holliday: [annoyed] Pardon?
Billy: Stephen Foster. Oh, Susannah, Camptown Races. Stephen stinkin' Foster!
Doc: Well, this happens to be a nocturne.
Billy: [confused] A which?
Doc: A nocturne! You know, Frederic ****ing Chopin?

[Curly Bill has just shot Marshal White to death. Wyatt has him by his ear, and is fending off an erstwhile lynch mob, announcing his intent to take him before the judge in Tucson when he is accosted by the Clanton brothers.]
Ike Clanton: Hey, Kansas law dog, you turn him loose or we'll tear you apart...
Wyatt Earp: [presses his pistol to Ike's forehead] 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?
Billy Clanton: He's bluffing! Let's take him!
Ike: [frightened] No, he's not bluffing.
Wyatt: You ain't as stupid as you look, Ike..
Doc: [stepping out from the saloon, towards Billy Clanton, with gun drawn] And you, music lover, you're next.
Billy Clanton: It's the drunk piano player. You couldn't hit nothin'. [Draws knife.] In fact, you're probably seeing *double*.
Doc: [draws second gun] I have two guns, one for each of you.

[Doc Holliday has beaten Ike Clanton at a game of poker once again.]
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Doc: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know, let's have a spelling contest!

[Frank Stillwell, and Ike Clanton follow Wyatt and Virgil Earp to a train station in Tucson with plans to ambush them and their wives. Wyatt and his men were prepared, and Wyatt has just shot and killed Stillwell.]
Wyatt: All right, Clanton... you called down the thunder, well now you've got it! You see that? [Opens his overcoat, revealing a badge.] That says "United States Marshal".
Ike: [fearfully pleading for his life] Wyatt, please...I...
Wyatt: Take a good look at him, Ike.... 'cause that's how you're gonna end up! The Cowboys are finished, you understand me? From now on, I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin' it! So run, you cur... run! Tell all the other curs the law's comin'! You tell them I'm comin, and hell's comin' with me, you hear that? Hell's comin' with me!

[Johnny Ringo is awaiting Wyatt Earp's arrival in anticipation of a pistol duel.]
Johnny: Well... I didn't think you had it in you.
Doc: [lifting head to reveal his face] I'm your huckleberry..
[Ringo stops short, looking startled.]
Doc: Why, Johnny Ringo. You look like somebody just...walked over your grave.
Johnny: Fight's not with you, Holliday....
Doc: Oh, I beg to differ, sir. You and I started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?
Johnny: I was just fooling about.
Doc: [smirks] I wasn't. And this time...[opens overcoat to reveal badge] It's legal.

[Stilwell is yelling to Mattie as their train pulls off, aiming his shotgun at the train.]
Stilwell: Hey Mattie, where's Wyatt?
Wyatt [off camera] Right behind you Stilwell! [Wyatt shoots Stilwell]

[The Earp brothers, their wives, Doc and Big Nose Kate are in the balcony at the Bird Cage Theatre. Wyatt is reading a playbill after viewing a theatrical performance of Goethe's Faust.]
Wyatt:I wonder who the devil was?
[Josephine Marcus removes her mask, revealing herself to have been playing the part of Satan]
Wyatt: I'll be damned!
Doc: [leaning forward] You may indeed, sir, if you get lucky.

[Wyatt has patiently watched a blustery faro dealer belittle a group of players for several seconds. The dealer finally notices Wyatt's presence and looks up at him.]
Johnny Tyler: Somethin' on your mind?
Wyatt: Yeah, I'd just like to let you know that you're sitting at my seat.
Johnny Tyler: Is that a fact? You run your mouth awful reckless for a man that don't go heeled.
Wyatt: Oh, no need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.
Johnny Tyler: Is that a fact?
Wyatt: Hmm...that's a fact.
Johnny Tyler: [stands up] Well, gee, mister, I'm real scared.
Wyatt: Damn right you're scared, I can see that in your eyes.
[Tyler reaches for his pistol]
Wyatt: Go ahead, skin it! Skin that smokewagon and see what happens. [backhands Tyler]
Johnny Tyler: [tearing up] Look mister, I'm gettin' tired of your...
Wyatt: [backhands Tyler again] I'm gettin' about sick of your gas, now jerk that pistol and go to work! [backhands Tyler, who's mouth has started to bleed, yet again] I said throw down, boy. You gonna do something, or just stand there and bleed?