Ed: That's 500 dollars, Mr. Holliday. Are you in or out?
Doc: 500. Must be a peach of a hand. Oh, thank you, darlin'... Kate, you're not wearing any bustle. How lewd.
Ed: Come on, Holliday, you in or out, goddamn it?!
Doc: Why, Ed Bailey, you look like you're just about ready to burst.
Ed: Come on, show!
Doc: Well, I suppose I'm deranged, but I guess I'll just have to call. Cover your ears, darlin'. Isn't that a daisy?
Ed: Why, you son of a bitch!
Third player: Damn, Bailey, just settle down!
Ed: Shut up! Take your money and get out, 'cause I'm tired of listenin' to your mouth.
Doc: Why, Ed Bailey. Are we cross?
Ed: Them guns don't scare me. Without them guns you ain't nothin' but a skinny lunger.
Doc: Ed, what an ugly thing to say. I abhor ugliness. Does this mean we're not friends anymore? You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it. (Puts guns down on the table) There. Now we can be friends again.
Morgan: Hot damn, this burg's jumpin!
Wyatt: Sheriff Behan!
Wyatt: Have you met Doc Holliday?
Doc: Piss on you, Wyatt.
Curly Bill: Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you.
Ike: Listen now, Mr. Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here. Savvy?
Wyatt: I'm retired.
Curly Bill: Good. That's real good.
Ike: Yeah... Yeah, that's real good, law dog, 'cause law just don't go around here.
Wyatt: Yeah, I heard you the first time. Winner to the king. 500 dollars.
Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike.
Ringo: You must be Doc Holliday.
Doc: That's the rumour.
Ringo: You retired too?
Doc: Not me. I'm in my prime.
Ringo: Yeah, you look it.
Doc: You must be Ringo. Look, darlin': Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darlin'? Should I hate him?
Kate: You don't even know him.
Doc: No, that's true, but I don't know. There's just something about him. Somethin' 'round the eyes. I don't know. Reminds me...of me! No. I'm sure of it. I hate him.
Wyatt: He's drunk.
Doc: In vino veritas (in wine is truth).
Ringo: Age quod agis (just keep doing what you do best).
Doc: Credat Judaeus apella, non ego (I don't believe drinking is what I do best).
Ringo: Eventus stultorum magister (fools will learn the hard way).
Doc: In pace requiescat (your funeral).
Sheriff White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble here, not in any language.
Doc: That's Latin, darlin'. Evidently, Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.
Billy Clanton: Hey, is that "Old Dog Tray"? That sounds like "Old Dog Tray" to me.
Billy Clanton: You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah", "Camptown Races". Stephen stinkin' Foster!
Doc: Yes, well, this happens to be a nocturne.
Billy Clanton: A which?
Doc: You know, Frederic fuckin' Chopin.
Doc: Wyatt! Just in time. Pull up a chair.
Wyatt: Doc, you've been hittin' it awful hard, haven't you?
Doc: Nonsense. I've not yet begun to defile myself.
Wyatt: I was wondering if maybe you wouldn't go on over to the Crystal Palace -
Doc: I will not be pawed at, thank you very much.
Kate: That's right... Doc can go on day and night, and then some. That's my loving man. Have another one, my loving man.
Stillwell: I'm in.
Ike: Hey. Loving man. You've been called.
Ike: What is that now? That's 12 hands in a row, Holliday. Son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky!
Doc: Why, Ike! Whatever do you mean?!
Virg: Take it easy, boys.
Doc: Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know. Let's have a spelling contest!
Morgan: Hello Billy. I say hello.
Billy Breckinridge: It's deputy! And I don't wanna talk to you! Those men you killed were my friends! I'm just a nothin' but if I wasn't, I'd fight you right now, so I don't wanna talk to you!
Wyatt: All they ever did was laugh at him.
Ringo: Sisterboy should've stuck around.
Virg: What do you want, Ringo?
Ringo: I want your blood. I want your souls. And I want 'em both right now.
Wyatt: I don't want any more trouble.
Ringo: Well, you got trouble! And it starts with you.
Wyatt: I'm not gonna fight you, Ringo. There's no money in it. Sober up. Come on, boys.
Ringo: You wretched slugs. Don't any of you have the guts to play for blood?!
Doc: I'm your huckleberry. That's just my game.
Ringo: All right, lunger. You go to hell. I'll put you out of your misery.
Doc: Say when!
Curly Bill: Hey Wyatt! How the hell are ya! Got some boys over there behind ya! Got you in a little crossfire, how d'you like that!
Ringo: Well! I didn't think you had it in ya!
Doc: I'm your huckleberry... Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like somebody just walked over your grave?
Ringo: Fight's not with you, Holliday.
Doc: I'll beg to differ, sir. We started a game we never got to finish. Play for blood, remember?
Ringo: I was just foolin' about.
Doc: I wasn't. And this time it's legal.
Ringo: All right, lunger. Let's do it.
Doc: Say when.
Written by Kevin Jarre.
Directed by George P. Cosmatos.