My Darling Clementine
Wyatt Earp: Sure is a hard town to play 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: Have you ever been in love, Mac? Mac: No, I have always been a bartender.
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 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 know just a little what my pa's gonna feel. Now get out of town -- start wandering!