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. ["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: "I don't believe drinking is what I do best."]
Johnny Ringo:
[pats his gun] Eventus stultorum magister. ["Events are the teachers of fools" meaning: "Fools have to learn by experience"]
Doc Holliday:
[gives a Cheshire cat smile] In pace requiescat. ["Rest in peace" meaning: "It's your funeral!"]
Tombstone Marshal Fred White:
Come on boys. 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.
Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.
