Doc Holiday: My mama always told me never put off till tomorrow people you can kill today.
Nicholas Earp: Remember this, all of you. Nothing counts so much as blood. The rest are just strangers.
Doc Holliday: All of you can kiss my rebel dick.
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.
Wyatt Earp: You been a good friend to me, Doc.
Doc Holliday: Shut up.
John Shanssey: Doc.
Doc Holliday: John.
John Shanssey: Doc, this here is Wyatt Earp.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp... I've heard that name before. Can't remember where, but it wasn't good.
Judge Spicer: You have robbed the people of Tombstone of a precious resource. Fred White was a brave lawman, a loving husband and father, a loyal friend and a good man which you, Curly Bill Brocius, are not.
Nicholas Earp: Do you think you're the first person to lose someone? That's what life is all about, loss! But we don't use it as an excuse to destroy ourselves. We go on, all of us.
Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp? I've heard that name before. Don't know where, but it wasn't good.
Mattie: Go back to your Jew whore.
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.
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.
Warren Earp: Wyatt, you're still a marshal around here, aren't you?
Doc Holliday: Sure. But now he's going to be a marshal and an outlaw. Best of both worlds, son.
Doc Holliday: What do you want to do?
Wyatt Earp: Kill them all.
Bessie Earp: We are your wives. Don't we ever count more than the damn brothers?
Wyatt Earp: No, Bessie, you don't. Wives come and go, that's the plain truth of it. They run off. They die.
