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.
Johnny Ringo: Age quod agis.
Doc Holliday: Credat Judaeus apella.
Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun] Ecentus stultorum magister.
Doc Holliday: [gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat.
Tombstone Marshal Fred White: Come on now. 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: 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, "Oh drinking isn't what I do best."]
Johnny Ringo: Credat Judaeus Apella, non ego.
[Fools must learn by experience. - Meaning - "Let me teach you what I do best."]
Doc Holliday: In pace requiescat.
[Rest In Peace - Meaning - "It's Your Funeral!"]
(ed: After that Johnny Ringo draws his pistol. Curly Bill says, "Careful, Johnny. I hear he's real fast." Johnny starts playing with his pistol (yes, I know how this sounds, heheh), twirling it in a bewildering display of dexterity. Everyone in the bar cheers. When they quiet down, Doc starts doing the exact same thing. With the cup he was drinking out of.)
(ed: Doc is playing on the piano in a bar and Billy Clanton says that it sounds like some song written by Stephen Foster.)
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.
(ed: After Curly Bill guns down the town marshal, Wyatt knocks him down by hitting him with his gun. The townspeople want to hang Curly Bill, but Wyatt tells them to back off and that Curly Bill will stand trial for it. Ike, coming on the scene with like six Cowboys, asks Wyatt to release Curly, but Wyatt tells them to go home.)
Ike Clanton: I swear to God. Law dog. If you don't step aside, we'll tear you apart.
Wyatt Earp (cocks pistol and puts it against Ike's forehead): You die first, get it? Your friends might get me in a rush, but not before I make your head into a canoe, you understand me?
(ed: Probably not many people will notice this, but I really liked Stephen Lang's (actor playing the cowardly Ike Clanton) performance. When the pistol is pointed against his forehead, you can really see his eyes widening in fear.)
Billy Clanton: He's bluffin. Let's rush him.
Ike Clanton (whimpers): No! He ain't bluffin.
Wyatt Earp: You're not as stupid as you look, Ike. Now tell them to get back.
(ed: A while later, Doc comes out with a pistol)
Doc Holliday: And you. Music lover. You're next.
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, and Doc Holliday takes out a second gun]
Doc Holliday: I have two guns, one for each of ya.
Ike Clanton: What is that Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.
Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
Wyatt Earp: How are you?
Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?
Morgan Earp: Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.
(ed: He goes on to say that he read this book about spiritualism where it says that when you die, you see a light at the end of the tunnel and that this was the light leading you to heaven. Then, when he's dying after the Cowboys took a shot at him, he says this to Wyatt.)
Morgan Earp: Remember what I said about people seein' a bright light before they die? It ain't true. I can't see a damn thing.
(ed: Josephine Marcus, the future wife of Wyatt, steps out of a coach with Mr. Fabian (played by Billy Zane)
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.
(ed: The version I watched didn't have the following scene, which I would guess is when Doc is going off to help Wyatt hunt down the Cowboys.)
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.
(ed: Doc is coughing while they were resting from hunting the Cowboys.)
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: What the hell are you doing this for, anyway, Doc? You should be in bed.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp is my friend.
Turkey Creek Jack Johnson: Friend? Hell, I got lots of friends.
Doc Holliday: I don't.