Wyatt Earp:
Sure is a hard town for a fella to have a quiet game o' poker in.
[
At his brother's grave]
Wyatt Earp:
1864, 1882. 18 years. You didn't get much of a chance did you James? I wrote to Pa and Cory Sue. They're gonna be all busted up over it. Cory Sue's young, but Pa. I guess he'll never get over it. I'll be comin' out to see you regular James. So will Morg and Virg. I'm gonna be around here for a while. Can't tell. Maybe when we leave this country young kids like you will be able to grow up and live safe.
Wyatt Earp:
Mac, you ever been in love?
Mac:
No, I've been a bartender all me life.
Old Man Clanton:
When ya pull a gun, kill a man.
Clementine Carter:
I should think that if nothing else, you'd at least be flattered to have a girl chase you.
Wyatt Earp:
I've heard a lot about you, too, Doc. You left your mark around in Deadwood, Denver and places. In fact, a man could almost follow your trail goin' from graveyard to graveyard.
Doc Holliday:
There's one here, too... the biggest graveyard west of the Rockies. Marshals and I usually get along much better when we understand that right away.
Wyatt Earp:
Sure is rough-looking country. Ain't no cow country. Mighty different where I come from. What do they call this place?
Old Man Clanton:
Just over the rise there. Big town... called Tombstone.
[
Chihuahua has just been seriously wounded]
Wyatt Earp:
Mac, you and Buck go down and clean up the saloon. Put a couple of tables together and put some lights around 'em. Doc, you're going to operate.
Clementine Carter:
I love your town in the morning, Marshal. The air is so clean and clear... the scent of the desert flower.
Wyatt Earp:
That's me... barber.
[
after the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral, Wyatt refuses to shoot Old Man Clanton]
Old Man Clanton:
My boys... Ike! Sam! Phin! Billy!
Wyatt Earp:
They're dead. I ain't gonna kill you. I hope you live a hundred years... so you'll feel just a little what my pa's gonna feel. Now get out of town - start wandering!
[
as Wyatt is leaving the hotel after taking the marshall's job, he meets Clanton and his sons]
Wyatt Earp:
I'm the fella with the trail herd, remember?
Old Man Clanton:
Oh, sure, I remember you.
Wyatt Earp:
You was right. I didn't get very far with 'em. They was rustled this evening.
Old Man Clanton:
That so? Well, that's too bad.
[
Wyatt starts out the door]
Old Man Clanton:
I guess you'll be headin' for California, huh?
Wyatt Earp:
No, I figured on stickin' around awhile. Got myself a job.
Old Man Clanton:
Cowpunching?
Wyatt Earp:
Marshallin'.
Old Man Clanton:
Marshallin'? In Tombstone?
[
laughs]
Old Man Clanton:
Well... good luck to ya, Mister...?
Wyatt Earp:
Earp. Wyatt Earp.
[
last lines]
Wyatt Earp:
Ma'am, I sure like that name... Clementine.
Old Man Clanton:
Wide-awake, wide-open town, Tombstone. You can get anything you want there.
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