You tell'em I'm coming... and hells coming with me
I'm you're hucklberry.
Should just show the movie tombstone....
Nonsense, I have not yet begun to defile myself.
It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.
Because Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Wyatt Earp: What does he need?
Doc Holliday: Revenge.
Wyatt Earp: For what?
Doc Holliday: Bein' born.
Make no mistake, it's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'.
It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear.
I stand corrected, Wyatt. You're an oak.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Nobody move!
Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move.
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]
Doc Holliday: [takes out a second gun] I have two guns, one for each of ya.
Wyatt Earp: How are you?
Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?
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.
Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him
