Jack: Why are you here, Doc?
Doc: Wyatt’s my friend.
Jack: Hell. I got lots of friends.
Doc: Well I don’t.
Wyatt: Sheriff Farley!
Doc: A curse on you Wyatt.
Wyatt: Allow me to introduce the one and only Doc Holiday.
Doc: Forgive me if I don’t shake hands.
Why if I thought we weren’t friends, I just don’t think I could bear it.
Doc: He’s down by the creek, walkin’ on water.
You know Ed, if I thought we weren’t friends, I just don’t think I could bear it.
Doc Holliday: You’re no daisy.
Doc: I know, let’s have a spelling contest.
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!
Cowboy: Drunk piano player. Probably seein’ double.
Doc: I have two guns. One for each of ya.
Doc: My dear, it appears that we may have to re-define the nature of our relationship.
Kate: I take care of you Doc. Haven’t I always been a good woman to you?
Doc: Yes, yes you have always been a good woman to me. Then again, you may be the Anti-Christ.
Doc: You’re a daisy if ya’ do.
Doc: I’m your huckleberry.
Johnny Ringo: I was funnin’.
Doc: That’s just my game.
Doc: My hypocrisy goes only so far.
Doc: Why hello there, Wyatt. It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
Wyatt: Doc, what are you doing here? You don’t have to get mixed up in this.
Doc: Well. That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me.
Doc: Hear that darlin’? That’s Latin. That mean our Mr. Ringo is an educated man. Now I really hate him.