Tombstone

Doc Holliday: Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys? This is just another mining camp. Behan: Have you seen how everyone dresses? Awful tony for a mining camp. No, sir, the die is cast. We are growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years and just as sophisticated. Doc Holliday: [smirking] Very cosmopolitan.

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Josephine Marcus: [looking at Wyatt] This is a remarkable 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.

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Doc Holliday: Why, Johnny Tyler! You madcap. Johnny Tyler: [Freezes]...Doc? Doc Holliday: Where do you think you're going with that shotgun? Johnny Tyler: ...I-I didn't know you was back in town!

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Curly Bill: Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you. Ike Clanton: Listen now, 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, yeah, that's real good, law dog. 'Cause the law just don't go around here. Wyatt Earp: Yeah, I heard you the first time. [draws a card, to Curly Bill] Winner to the king. $500. [Morgan pays Curly Bill out] Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike. Johnny 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

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Billy Clanton: Is that "Old Dog Tray?" It sounds to me like "Old Dog Tray." You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah," "Camptown Races." Stephen stinking Foster! Doc: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne. Billy Clanton: A which? Doc: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin.

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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!

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