Johnny Tyler: Is something on your mind?

Wyatt Earp: Just want to let you know you're sittin' in my chair.

Johnny Tyler: Is that a fact?

Wyatt Earp: Yeah, it's a fact.

Johnny Tyler: Well, for a man who don't go heeled you run your mouth kind of reckless, don't you?

Wyatt Earp: No need to go heeled to get the bulge on a tub like you.

Johnny Tyler: Is that a fact?

Wyatt Earp: Mm-hmm. That's a fact.

[Johnny Tyler stands up.]

Johnny Tyler: Well, I'm real scared.

Wyatt Earp: Damn right, you're scared. I can see that in your eyes.

[Wyatt walks up to Johnny as Johnny reaches for his gun.]

Johnny Tyler: All right now.

Wyatt Earp: Go ahead. Go ahead, skin it. Skin that smoke wagon and see what happens.

Johnny Tyler: Listen, mister, I-I'm gettin' awful tired of your--

[Wyatt slaps Johnny hard in the face.]

Wyatt Earp: I'm gettin' awful tired of your gas. Now jerk that pistol and go to work.

[Johnny doesn't do anything and Wyatt slaps him in the face again.]

Wyatt Earp: I said throw down, boy.

[Wyatt slaps Johnny harder and when Johnny turns to look at Wyatt his mouth is bleeding.]

Wyatt Earp: You gonna do somethin' or just stand there and bleed?

[Johnny still doesn't do anything.]

Wyatt Earp: No? I didn't think so.

Wyatt Earp: How are you?

Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?

Card player: What is that Holliday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain't nobody that lucky.

Doc Holliday: Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker's just not your game. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!

Billy Clanton: Why, it's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothing. In fact, you're probably seeing double.

[He draws a knife, and Doc Holliday takes out a second gun.]

Doc Holliday: I have two guns, one for each of ya.

Doc Holliday: I have not yet begun to defile myself.

Doc Holliday: It's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the antichrist.

Jack Johnson: Nobody move!

Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move.