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: Why Kate, you’re not wearing a bustle. How lewd.
Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody’s that lucky.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker’s just not your game Ike. I know! Let’s have a spelling contest!
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: I’m your huckleberry…
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.
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.
Doc Holliday: [to Johnny Ringo] Why Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave.
Doc Holliday: Nonsense, 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? 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.
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. I was just foolin’ about.
Doc Holliday: I wasn’t.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Doc, you oughta be in bed, what the hell you doin this for anyway?
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Hell, I got lots of friends.
Doc Holliday: I don’t.
Doc Holliday: Make no mistake, it’s not revenge he’s after. It’s a reckonin’.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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: And so she walked out of our lives forever.
Doc Holliday: Maybe poker’s just not your game, Ike. I know: let’s have a spelling contest.
Doc Holliday: My hypocrisy goes only so far.
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…
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 (1994)
Doc Holliday: Dave Rutabaugh is an ignorant scoundrel! I disapprove of his very existence. I considered ending it myself on several occasions but self-control got the better of me.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp? I’ve heard that name before. Don’t know where, but it wasn’t good.
Wyatt Earp: What’s wrong with you?
Doc Holliday: What is wrong with me? What have you got? I am dying of tuberculosis. I sleep with the nastiest whore in Kansas. Everyone who knows me hates me, and every morning I wake up surprised that I have to spend another day in this piss-hole world. (To onlookers) All you can kiss my rebel dick!
Wyatt Earp: Not everyone who knows you hates you, Doc.
Doc Holliday: I know it’s not always easy being my friend, but I’ll be there when you need me.
Doc Holliday: All of you can kiss my rebel dick.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt, you ever wonder why we been a part of so many unfortunate incidents, yet we’re still walking around? I have figured it out. It’s nothing much, just luck. And you know why it’s nothing much Wyatt? Because it doesn’t matter much whether we are here today or not. I wake up every morning looking in the face of Death, and you know what? He ain’t half bad. I think the secret old Mr. Death is holding is that it’s better for some of us over on the other side. I know it can’t be any worse for me. Maybe that’s the place for your Maddie. For some people, this world ain’t ever gonna be right.
[Wyatt takes his first drink for many years]
Wyatt Earp: Is that supposed to let me off the hook?
Doc Holliday: There is no hook my friend. There’s only what we do.
Frank Mclaury: You’re first on my list Holiday. Spend the rest of your time expecting to see me.
Doc Holiday: Mclaury, seeing you would be a nice change. I understand most of your enemies got it in the back.
Doc Holiday: My mama always told me never put off till tomorrow people you can kill today.
Doc Holliday: Do you believe in friendship, Wyatt Earp?
Wyatt Earp: [nods head silently]
Doc Holliday: So do I. Do you have many friends?
Wyatt Earp: [shakes head ‘no’ silently]
Doc Holliday: Neither do I.
Doc Holliday: John here has been a good friend to me when many others would not. *Dave Rutabagh* is an ignorant scoundrel! I disapprove of his very existence. I considered ending it myself on several occasions, but… self-control always got the better of me.
[takes a slug of whiskey]
Doc Holliday: Besides, I’m a sporting man. I’m not a killer.
[goes into a coughing fit]
Frank Mclaury: You’re next on my list, Holliday. You better get used to seeing my face, ’cause it’s the last thing you’re gonna see.
Doc Holliday: McLaury, seeing your face would be a pleasant change. I understand most of your enemies got it in the back.
Hour of the Gun (1967)
County Sheriff Jimmy Bryan: You’re under arrest.
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: For what?
County Sheriff Jimmy Bryan: Murder
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: Not today, tomorrow or ever. You have no jurisdiction in the city of Tombstone. Even if you did you couldn’t make it stick.
Frank Stilwell: We got enough men behind us to make it stick.
[Doc cocks his shotgun]
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Stilwell, if you so much as turn your head towards those men, you’ll be laying in the horse manure with your friends.
[the judge has just thrown out the murder charges against the Earps and Doc Holliday after the gunfight at the O.K. Corral]
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Well, shooting you from the front side didn’t work. Next time he’ll try it from the back.
[the murder charges against Clanton’s gang have been thrown out]
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: I don’t want to hear a word out of you.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I’m just educating myself. I’ve never been on the right side of the law before. I want to see how much good it does you when you are.
[the mortally wounded Morgan Earp whispers in Wyatt’s ear]
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: What did he say?
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: When we were kids, we used to argue about whether when you were dying, your whole life flashed in front of you or not. He said, “It ain’t so, Wyatt.”
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Well, you got the first gun for your posse.
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: Did you hear the part about “no funds available”?
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I hear the Chamber of Commerce has put up $20,000 reward money.
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: For arrest and conviction, not dead or alive. Not your style, Doc.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: For that kind of money, I can be as law abiding as, ah, you are.
[Wyatt re-introduces Doc to the Tucson sheriff]
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: You know Doc Holliday. Sherm McMasters.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: You were the arresting officer when I shot Long Nose Ernie here in ’74.
Tucson Sheriff Sherman McMasters: That’s right.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Good to see you.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Those aren’t warrants you have there… those are hunting licenses!
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: I don’t care about the rules anymore. I’m not that much of a hypocrite.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: The whole thing is hypocrisy. The rules they tack on today that unless you’re wearing that badge or a soldier’s uniform, you can’t kill. But they’re the only rules there are. They are more important to you than you think. Play it that way, Wyatt, or you’ll destroy yourself.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: You got some kind of plan?
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: I have.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Want to tell me about it?
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: We take whoever gets in our way.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: You call that a plan?
Wyatt Earp (Tombstone city marshal: You got a better one?
Gunfight at the O.K. Corral (1957)
Wyatt Earp: Look, Holliday, as long as I’m the law here, not one of those cowpokes is going to cross that deadline with a gun. I don’t care if his name *is* Shanghai Pierce.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Well spoken. I’ll repeat those words at your funeral.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I’m a gambler. Money’s just a tool of my trade.
Wyatt Earp: Of course, you will guarantee you won’t lose.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I never lose. You see, poker’s played by desperate men who cherish money. I don’t lose because I have nothing to lose, including my life.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: [after shooting a few antagonists] Anybody else want to try their luck?
Wyatt Earp: [Herding the arrested cowboys to jail] Get moving! – Keep moving, all of ya!
Johnny Ringo: [Holding his wounded arm] All right, Doc.
[In a threatening tone]
Johnny Ringo: We ain’t finished yet!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: You would have been, but I felt in a charitable mood tonight.
Kate Fisher: What difference does it make to you where I go or who I take up with?
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Shut up!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: [throwing her dress on the floor] Get your things together. You’re leaving!
Johnny Ringo: [entering from the bedroom] She’s staying here!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Keep out of this, Ringo!
Johnny Ringo: You got no right to come bustin’ in here!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I’m talking to Kate. Take a walk!
Kate Fisher: Anything you got to say you can say in front of him.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: [with contempt] You slut!
Johnny Ringo: Wait a minute, Holliday. You don’t talk to my woman like that!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: [contemptuously] Your woman? Anybody’s woman!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: If I’m going to die, atr least let me die with the only friend I’ve ever had!
Wyatt Earp: Hold up your right hand. Do you solemnly swear to uphold… oh, this is ridiculous. You’re deputized. Grab some gear, I’ll get the horses.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Wait a minute, don’t I get to wear a tin star?
Wyatt Earp: Not on your life!
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: Want a gun hand?
Wyatt Earp: You? No, thanks.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I do handle them pretty well. The only trouble is, those best able to testify to my aim aren’t around for comment.
Charles Bassett: [after losing consecutive hands of blackjack] You know Doc, if we were playing for real, I might be compelled to take a look at that deck
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: I might be compelled to make you.
Dr. John ‘Doc’ Holliday: [Charlie goes for his gun; Doc draws first and offers it to Charlie] Here, take mine.
Charles Bassett: [Handling Doc’s gun] It’s a good thing Wyatt doesn’t let us draw these; somebody might get hurt.
The Outlaw (1943)
Doc Holliday: I need a little money and I thought maybe you’d like to come in with me.
Doc Holliday: What’s the matter?
Pat Garrett: I’ll let you have the money, but if the deal’s anything like that last one of yours, you better not tell me about it.
Doc Holliday: Why not?
[Pat pulls back his vest and reveals his Sheriff’s badge]
Doc Holliday: Where’d you get that?
Pat Garrett: Oh, they stuck it on me about two weeks ago.
Doc Holliday: You’re the last man I thought would be so easily satisfied.
Pat Garrett: Well, l… l… , a man’s gotta settle down sometime.
[Pat and Doc rescue Rio, whom Billy has left bound, gagged and strung up by wrists within sight of a desert waterhole]
Doc Holliday: You know, I think he’s in love with you.
Rio: What are you talking about?
Doc Holliday: The crazier a man is for a woman, the crazier he thinks and the crazier he acts.
Rio: He’s only crazy about one thing – himself.
Pat Garrett: Hey, that gives me a thought. Maybe we’ll get Mr. Billy after all.
Pat Garrett: Like you said – if he’s crazy enought to do you like this, maybe he’s crazy enough to come back to turn you loose.
Doc Holliday: Well, Billy, I guess this is it. Men are pretty much like children after all. Have you ever seen two kids wrestling in the yard? They push and they tussle and maybe they look like they’re fighting… but they’re not. They’re really friends and everything is fun. Then pretty soon they play a little too rough. One of them gets mad. And in the end, somebody always gets hurt. So for you and me, this is where somebody gets hurt. But when it’s over, and however it turns out, son, no hard feelings.
Billy the Kid: I think I’ll have another drink of water.
Doc Holliday: What are you talking about? You didn’t have one in the first place.
Billy the Kid: I know, but I had the same idea about an hour ago.
Doc Holliday: It wouldn’t do any good. Take my advice.
Billy the Kid: What?
Doc Holliday: Killing a woman.
Billy the Kid: Why not?
Doc Holliday: Because they’re all alike. There isn’t anything they wouldn’t do for you… or to you.
Doc Holliday: Cattle don’t graze after sheep.
Marshal Dan Troop: Now you get in that hotel room and stay there.
Doc Holliday: Protective custody? Your town furnishes nothing but the best.
Marshal Dan Troop: We also offer fine funerals to men who refuse to listen.
Doc Holliday: Some day I’ll be sitting there holding a flush and Cates’ll show up.
Marshal Dan Troop: Well, men hunt just so long.
Doc Holliday: Animals hunt just so long. Men hunt all their born days.
Marshal Dan Troop: Doc, I can’t figure you.
Doc Holliday: Don’t try.
Doc Holliday: Never kill time, friend, or it will kill you.
Bret Maverick: Well, there’s a difference between wasting it and spending it. Who knows, a few minutes here might even be an investment.
Doc Holliday: Not for me.
Bret Maverick: Who knows, you might make a killing.
[looking towards the room Stacey Johnson entered]
Doc Holliday: How true.
[Maverick is posing as Bret Martin]
Bret Maverick: Why didn’t you kill him?
Doc Holliday: Well, he’s kind of a friend of mine.
Doc Holliday: You’re wrong – you have no friends. There are only two kinds of people in the West, Mr. Martin, the quick and the dead.
[the Kid wants to become a gunslinger]
The Kid: I’ve got to learn, Mr. Holliday.
Doc Holliday: Why did you come after me and not somebody else?
The Kid: Because they say you’re the best there is. Because I’ve read all about you in those dime novels, Mr. Holliday. Because… because you’re a legend.
Wyatt Earp: They’re bad people, John.
Doc Holliday: Well, if it weren’t for bad people, what would you do for a living, Marshal? Tell me about Tombstone. I mean, more than what you said in the letter.
Wyatt Earp: It’s wide open. The sheriff here, Johnny Behan, doesn’t know how to organize a town, so I’m going to run against him in the election. The sheriff has got all the power here. The marshal has got a badge and he’s got some territory, but he’s got no jurisdiction in the town. Gambling is heavy. There’s a lot of money about town. It’s wide open. So you organize the gambling – start right here. I run the law, you run the gambling. We’ll both end up rich. Very rich!
Doc Holliday: We sound like bad people, Wyatt.
Wyatt Earp: We are, John.
[Wyatt shoots the gun from the hand of a would-be assassin]
Dick Gird: Well, you’re Wyatt Earp, all right. I’ll tell my boys the fighting’s over.
Wyatt Earp: [to the wounded man] Come on. You ain’t hit that bad.
Doc Holliday: [to Dick] Maybe it’s just begun.
Dick Gird: What makes you think so? We miners made a mistake about him, Mr. Holliday. We won’t bother him again.
Doc Holliday: Can you vouch for the Clantons, too?
Dick Gird: They won’t start anything without a reason.
Doc Holliday: The Deacon has the miserable character of a man who can’t turn his back on evil – and Tombstone is evil.
Wyatt Earp: Well, Doc, I ain’t gonna be here that long.
Doc Holliday: Tombstone is four miles by the left fork… but I guess my poker game in Gaheyville could wait.
Wyatt Earp: Well, I doubt that, Doctor. Anyway, I’m goin’ into Tombstone alone.
Doc Holliday: Takin’ off your guns?
Wyatt Earp: That’s right. You hang on to ’em or me, will you?
Doc Holliday: If you’re goin’ in alone, you better keep ’em.
Wyatt Earp: No, sir. I’m goin’ into Tombstone as the land agent of The Earp Brothers Incorporated. I’m not a marshal any more. Anyway, an unarmed stranger is a lot safer than a fellow totin’ guns.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt, in Tombstone, they don’t care if a man is totin’ guns or not – they just shoot ’em in the back, then they search his body and see what they can steal.
Wyatt Earp: [handing Doc his rifle] Yeah. I almost forgot that. Hang on to that for me, will you? So long, Doc.
Doc Holliday: You stubborn ox! You’ll find out, and soon, when you meet up with the Clantons!
[Wyatt emerges from a mine shaft and nearly shoots Doc Holliday]
Doc Holliday: Wyatt, what are you doin’ – minin’ or fighin’?
Wyatt Earp: I’ve been fightin’. Where have you been and where are my guns?
Doc Holliday: Got ’em right here. Is the fight still goin’ on or did you get selfish?
Wyatt Earp: What, with three thousand miners? If you want to do some fightin’, there’s still plenty left.
Doc Holliday: Bart Maverick! How are ya? Will you have a drink?
Bart Maverick: How are you, Doc?
Doc Holliday: Not too drunk to protect my own interests. This is Ellen. Keep you hands off her. Ellen, this is Bart Maverick, but as far as you’re concerned he doesn’t exist.
Doc Holliday: Say, Bart. For that kind of money, you don’t think, uh, Bret would try to kill you himself, do ya?
Bart Maverick: That’s ridiculous! He’s my brother!
Doc Holliday: Oh.
Bart Maverick: Still, we haven’t been too close lately.
Horseman Betting on Earp: Hey, Doc, fifty dollars on Earp that he lasts ten miles.
Hoodlum who Doc Shoots: It’s a sucker bet, Doc. The Clantons ain’t even got word of it yet.
Doc Holliday: I don’t bet on a friend’s life.
Horseman Betting on Earp: He ain’t our friend and we’ve already bet.
[the outlaws reach for their guns, but Doc shoots them both out of their saddles]
Doc Holliday: I’ll help you, Wyatt, but I’ll never wear a star.
Wyatt Earp: You don’t have to wear the star. I’ll deputize you only when there’s trouble.
Doc Holliday: Me a Johnny Law?
Wyatt Earp: That’s right, but you don’t have to wear the star. You can keep it in your pocket.
Doc Holliday: If anybody called me Deputy Holliday, I’d kill him. Why the very sound of it just about…
Emma Clanton: Marshal Earp! Papa wants to know if you’re leavin’ town by sundown.
Wyatt Earp: Well, you tell him no, Miss Emma.
Emma Clanton: You’re a fool. Do you want to leave in a coffin?
Wyatt Earp: I haven’t ordered one.
Emma Clanton: Oh. And as for you, Doctor Holliday, you keep associatin’ with him and you’ll get it, too.
Doc Holliday: [to Wyatt] The star, please. You can just drop it in my pocket.
Miner: He just walked with Emma Clanton up Allen Street.
Doc Holliday: Is she still with him?
Miner: No, she just left town – and mad.
Doc Holliday: Couldn’t set him up, huh? Is Wyatt still out there?
Doc Holliday: You go tell Dick Gird that Wyatt will be on one side of the street and I’ll be on the other. You got the miners stationed in the shafts?
Miner: Sure, but I thought you and Earp had a fight.
Doc Holliday: Nothing unusual about that. Wyatt and I are always havin’ fights.
[Doc’s quick thinking saves Wyatt from being shot in the back]
Wyatt Earp: Your gun, sir.
Doc Holliday: Thank you.
Wyatt Earp: I should be thanking you, Doctor Holliday. You pulled me out of a kind of tight spot.
Doc Holliday: You can’t be a formal patient of mine.
Wyatt Earp: No, sir.
Doc Holliday: I thought not. My patients hate me.
Doc Holliday: Hold on. What’s your name?
Wyatt Earp: Wyatt Earp.
Doc Holliday: [chuckles] And all the time I thought it was a fluke shot you threw at Skunky. Handsome, fast with a gun and in the best of health. Get out of my sight, sir.
Doc Holliday: I was talking to Bill Tilghman about you a couple of months ago. He called you, “Deacon Earp”.
Wyatt Earp: Well, they elected me deacon of the church to keep order.
Doc Holliday: The law seems to be your religion.
Stagecoach (1986) (TV)
Doc Holliday: You’re doing real good, Mrs. Mallory, doing real good. You couldn’t be doing no better if you were in one of them fine bedrooms with a brace of nurses and one of them fifty dollar a day doctor.
[she pants and groans]
Doc Holliday: Mrs. Mallory, I’ve got to look now.
Mrs. Lucy Mallory: Look?
Doc Holliday: See if that baby don’t come out straight, and head-first we could have a serious problem. It’s going to be alright, but I do have to look.
Mrs. Lucy Mallory: Do you mean… LOOK?
Doc Holliday: Yes ma’am. You gotta help me. You got to turn over.
Mrs. Lucy Mallory: Would you put out your cigar first, please?
Doc Holliday: Now then, you got to turn over on your back and help me… not too fast. Onto your back. Spread your legs just as far as you can.
Mrs. Lucy Mallory: I am never… going to be embarassed… AGAIN!
Doc Holliday: Anything else?
Dallas: Yes. Don’t slap the baby.
Doc Holliday: Ok… why would I slap the baby?
Dallas: I don’t know, but most doctors do. It’s a custom I’m not in favor of. Nobody comes into this world looking for a fight. You go get em’!
My Darling Clementine (1946)
Wyatt Earp: I’ve heard a lot about you, too, Doc. You left your mark around in Deadwood, Denver and places. In fact, a man could almost follow your trail goin’ from graveyard to graveyard.
Doc Holliday: There’s one here, too… the biggest graveyard west of the Rockies. Marshals and I usually get along much better when we understand that right away.
Doc Holliday: I see we’re in opposite camps, Marshal. Draw!
[Draws gun on Wyatt Earp, bar goes quiet]
Wyatt Earp: [Pulls open his vest showing he is unarmed] Can’t…
Doc Holliday: We can take care of that easily enough. Mac…!
Wyatt Earp: [Virgil Earp slides pistol to Wyatt, who picks it up and examines it] Brother Morg’s gun.
[Slides gun back to Morgan, Doc turns to see Morgan pick up pistol and holster it. Doc holsters his pistol as well]
Wyatt Earp: Big one, that’s Morg. The other one, that good lookin’ fella, that’s my brother Virg. Doc Holliday, fellas!
Morgan Earp: [Smiling] Hiya, Doc!
Virgil Earp: Howdy.
Doc Holliday: Howdy!
[Looks back at Wyatt, who smiles, then back at Morgan and Virgil]
Doc Holliday: Have a drink!
[Tension in bar breaks, music starts again]
Morgan Earp: Don’t mind if I do, Doc!
[Slaps Doc on back]
Frontier Marshal (1939)
John ‘Doc’ Halliday: I don’t wanna hear anymore, Yes, I’m a killer! What of it? Life’s nothing! My life… anybody’s life! What’s the difference to a lot of rats caught in a trap? Whatthey do? How they act? Sarah, you’ve got to go!
Cheyenne Autumn (1964)
Wyatt Earp: Say, you’re the doctor around here. How come I always have to perform all the complicated operations?
Doc Holliday: You know I am a dentist, not a doctor. Wait until somebody shoot him in the teeth.
Doc Holliday: Forgive me, mademoiselle.
Miss Plantagenet: What the hell kind of talk is that?
Wyatt Earp: Now, as I understand it, a mademoiselle is a madam who ain’t quite made it yet – only younger and friskier. I’d call it a compliment.
Doc Holliday: Well, stick around. I’m about to get married.
Bart Maverick: Hey, that’s good… What? Did you say getting married?… Legally?
Doc Holliday: Yes. Legally, licensed, minister, church, bridesmaids, rice and old shoes. Did I leave anything out?
Bart Maverick: Yeah, just the one thing that I thought it would always take to get you to the altar… A shotgun!
Purgatory (1999) (TV)
Doc Holliday: A man sneaks up on ‘ya and calls ‘ya out, you’re gonna react-I don’t care if they call ‘ya Mary Queen of Scots!
Morgan Earp: Why should anyone hate Wyatt? He’s only doin’ his job.
Doc Holliday: Well, no marshal ever won a popularity contest. Besides, Wyatt is a Northerner in a town full of Southerners and the Civil War is not long over. And, being from Georgia, it’s a marvel I don’t hate him myself.
Doc. Holliday: Well, Katie, my girl, five minutes should see the end of the man the Clantons think is Doc Holliday. And then I can start trading under another name. What name would you fancy, Kate? Kate?
Doc Holiday: You know, the worse thing about a reputation is you can’t outrun the thing. The press never lets up. They’re on a body like stink on a dead man.
Doc Holliday: You know, I don’t blame Jimmy Callum for being jealous of you. There are sensible women, and bad women. But a bad sensitive woman is a pearl of great price. A black pearl.
[Doc is traveling to Tucson to enter a high-stakes poker game]
Wyatt Earp: Oh and Doc, promise me one thing – don’t rob a bank.
Doc Holliday: You’re the only man in the world I’d make that promise to. All right, I give you my word.
Wyatt Earp: Thank you, Doctor. I appreciate your sacrifice.