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.
Wyatt Earp: We'd like you to come to the wedding, Doc, - if it doesn't interfere with your poker.
Dr. John 'Doc' Holliday: I'm not good at weddings - only funerals. Deal me out.
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.
Wyatt Earp: All gunfighters are lonely. They live in fear. They die without a dime, a woman or a friend.
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.
