Thomas Mitchell: Doc Josiah Boone
Marshal Curly Wilcox : Come busting in here - you'd think we were being attacked! You can find another wife.
Chris : Sure I can find another wife. But she take my rifle and my horse. Oh, I'll never sell her. I love her so much. I beat her with a whip and she never get tired.
Dr. Josiah Boone : Your wife?
Chris : No, my horse. I can find another wife easy, yes, but not a horse like that!
Dr. Josiah Boone : Seems to me I knew your family, Henry. Didn't I fix your arm once when you, oh, bumped off a horse?
Ringo Kid : Are you Doc Boone?
Dr. Josiah Boone : I certainly am. Ah, let's see... I'd just been honorably discharged from the Union Army after the War of the Rebellion.
Hatfield : You mean the War for the Southern Confederacy, sir.
Dr. Josiah Boone : I mean nothing of the kind, sir!
Ringo Kid : That was my kid brother broke his arm. You did a good job, Doc, even if you was drunk.
Dr. Josiah Boone : Thank you, son. Professional compliments are always pleasing. What happened to that boy whose arm I fixed?
Ringo Kid : He was murdered.
Dr. Josiah Boone : I'll take that shotgun, Luke.
Luke Plummer : You'll take it in the belly if you don't get out of my way.
Dr. Josiah Boone : I'll have you indicted for murder if you step outside with that shotgun.
Luke Plummer : [throws the shotgun on the bar] We'll attend to you later.
Dr. Josiah Boone : [to bartender after Plummer leaves] Don't ever let me do that again.
[the stagecoach occupants vote on whether to continue without a cavalry escort]
Marshal Curly Wilcox : You, Doc?
Dr. Josiah Boone : I'm not only a philosopher, sir, I'm a fatalist. Somewhere, sometime, there may be the right bullet or the wrong bottle waiting for Josiah Boone. Why worry when or where?
Marshal Curly Wilcox : Yes or no?
Dr. Josiah Boone : Having that philosophy, sir, I've always courted danger. During the late war - when I had the honor to serve the Union under our great president, Abraham Lincoln... and General Phil Sheridan - well, sir, I fought mid shot and shell and cannon roar...
Marshal Curly Wilcox : Do you wanna go back or not?
Dr. Josiah Boone : No! I want another drink.
Dr. Josiah Boone : [drunkenly to his hideous landlady upon eviction] Is this the face that wrecked 1000 ships and burned the towerless tops of Illium? Farewell, fair Helen.
Dallas : [the ladies of the Law and Order League are running Dallas out of town; Doc Boone is being thrown out by his landlady] Doc, haven't I any right to live? What have I done?
Dr. Josiah Boone : We're the victims of a foul disease called social prejudice, my child. These dear ladies of the Law and Order League are scouring out the dregs of the town. Come on. Be a proud, glorified dreg like me.
Tonto Sheriff : You get goin' Doc. You're drunk.
Boone's Landlady : Hmmph! Two of a kind! Just two of a kind.
Dr. Josiah Boone : [Offering Dallas his arm, then making a reference to the French Revolution] Take my arm, Madame le Comtesse! The tumbrel awaits. To the guillotine!