What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know, let's have a spelling contest!
Most scenes together: Doc Holliday & Wyatt Earp (7), Doc Holliday & Billy Clanton (3), Doc Holliday & Jack Johnson (3)
What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.
Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know, let's have a spelling contest!
It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to mix up in this.
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".
Wyatt, please...I...
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!
Well... I didn't think you had it in you.
Why, Johnny Ringo. You look like somebody just...walked over your grave.
Fight's not with you, Holliday....
Oh, I beg to differ, sir. You and I started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?
I was just fooling about.
Why, Johnny Tyler! You madcap.
Where do you think you're going with that shotgun?
...I-I didn't know you was back in town!
Hey Mattie, where's Wyatt?
Wyatt [off camera] Right behind you Stilwell! [Wyatt shoots Stilwell]
I wonder who the devil was?
I'll be damned!
Somethin' on your mind?
Yeah, I'd just like to let you know that you're sitting at my seat.
Is that a fact? You run your mouth awful reckless for a man that don't go heeled.
Oh, no need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.
Is that a fact?
Hmm...that's a fact.
Damn right you're scared, I can see that in your eyes.
Go ahead, skin it! Skin that smokewagon and see what happens. [backhands Tyler]
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?
Nonsense! By all means, move.
Where is he?
Down by the creek..[sarcastically] Walkin' on the water.
Remember what I said about dying people seeing a white light? It ain't true! I can't see a damn thing! [Dies]
Well, I'll be damned. Oh, this is funny.
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.