My Darling Clementine (1946) - Quotes

Taglines: The Roaring West At Its Reckless Best!

Taglines: Reckless, Riotous Frontier Adventure!

Clementine: There's so many things I wanted to say and now nothing seems appropriate.

Wyatt: Yes, ma'am, uh, yeah I know. The mayor says you might be stayin here a while, maybe helpin get a school started.

Clementine: Yes, I'm the new schoolmarm.

Wyatt: That's mighty nice, ma'am. Me and Morg are goin out to see Pa, tell him what happened. I might come East again, get some cattle, maybe stop by here again.

Clementine: Stop by the schoolhouse?

Wyatt: [Wyatt kisses her affectionately on the cheek.; Wyatt extends his hand for a handshake.] Yes, ma'am. I sure will. Goodbye, ma'am.

Clementine: Goodbye.

Wyatt: Ma'am, I sure like that name - Clementine.

Clanton: My boys, Ike, Sam, Phin. Billy.

Wyatt: They're dead. I ain't gonna kill you. I hope you live a hundred years, feel just a little what my Pa's gonna feel. Now get out of town. Start wanderin'.

Wyatt: I'm givin you a chance to submit to proper authorities.

Clanton: Well, you come on right in here Marshal and serve your warrant.

Wyatt: Which one of ya killed James?

Clanton: I did, and the other one too.

Ike: I'm gonna kill ya.

Wyatt: Mac, you ever been in love?

Mac: No, I've been a bartender all my life.

Chihuahua: [as she is dying] Hi, Doc.

Holliday: You're all right. You've been a brave girl.

Holliday: Chihuahua. Why did you tell the Marshal I gave you this jewelry?

Chihuahua: Well, you did, Doc. You gave it to me.

Holliday: I never saw this piece of junk before in my life. Who gave it to you?

Chihuahua: Well, you can't remember everything you give me, Doc. Sure you did. Don't you remember?

Holliday: When?

Chihuahua: Two or three days ago. I don't know. What difference does it make?

Wyatt: That bein the case, Doc, I charge you with the murder of my brother James Earp.

Chihuahua: Well, you told me to go away and squall my silly little songs somewhere else. So I came up here and had a good cry. There was a knock at the door and I thought it was you. I opened the door and it was Billy Clanton.

Holliday: Look, Clem, I told you last night to leave Tombstone and go back East. I also told you if you didn't leave, I would.

Wyatt: Hey, Doc. Just a minute, Doc. That's the second time in three days you've been tryin to run somebody out of town. That's my business. That's what I'm gettin paid for. Miss Carter or any other decent citizen can stay here just as long as they want to.

Holliday: We're through talking, Marshal. My advice to you is start carrying your gun.

Wyatt: That's good advice.

Wyatt: It's a mighty short visit.

Clementine: Some people think I've overstayed my visit already.

Wyatt: I don't know ma'am. If you ask me, I think you're givin up too easy.

Clementine: Marshal, if you ask me, I, I don't think you know too much about a woman's pride.

Wyatt: No ma'am, maybe I don't.

Holliday: From where I'm standing Earp, that tin badge you're wearing doesn't give you the right to stick your nose in my personal affairs.

Wyatt: What's eatin ya, Doc?

Holliday: Why didn't you tell me Miss Carter's here?

Wyatt: She told you why. She wanted to surprise ya.

Clementine: [Pause] It is wonderful to see you again, John. You are pleased that I came...? My coming has made you unhappy.

Holliday: It was ill advised.

Clementine: Was it ill advised the way you left Boston?

Holliday: How'd you know I was here?

Clementine: I didn't. Finding you hasn't been easy. Cow camp to cow camp, from one mining town to another. I should think that if nothing more, you'd be at least flattered to have a girl chase you?

Holliday: Look Clem, you've got to get out of here...

Clementine: But I'm not!

Holliday: This is no place for your kind of person.

Clementine: What kind of a person am I, John?

Holliday: [Holliday experiences a severe coughing fit] Please go back home Clem, back where you belong. Forget that you...

Clementine: You're ill, John. So that's the reason you left.

Holliday: That has nothing to do with it.

Clementine: Foolish, foolish John, as if that would have mattered.

Holliday: I'll tell you, Clem, the condition of my health has nothing to do with it.

Clementine: I don't believe you, John.

Holliday: Then I'll give you the truth. The man you once knew is no more, there's not a vestige of him left. Nothing! Come, I'll take you back to the hotel.

Clementine: Please, John. You can't send me away like this. You can't run away from me any more than you can run away from yourself. Now I know why you don't care whether you live or die, why you tried to get yourself killed. Well, I've heard all about you John and you're wrong, so wrong. You have no right to destroy yourself. You have a world of friends back home who love you John, and I love you.

Holliday: There's a stage leaving in the morning for the East. Take it. If you don't, I'm moving on.

Clementine: Very well, John, I'll go.

Holliday: [about how long Wyatt will stay in town] Until you catch the rustlers that killed your brother?

Wyatt: That's the general idea.

Holliday: What's the specific idea?

Wyatt: I don't follow you quite.

Holliday: You haven't taken it into your head to deliver us from all evil?

Wyatt: I hadn't thought of it quite like that, but ain't a bad idea. It's what I'm gettin paid fer.

Holliday: Let's get down to cases, Marshal. I, for instance. How would you handle me if I took a notion to break the law?

Wyatt: You already have.

Holliday: For example.

Wyatt: Runnin that tin-horn out of town. That's none of your business.

Holliday: [Holliday pulls and cocks his gun on Earp.] I see we're in opposite camps, Marshal. Draw!

Wyatt: [He opens up his vest to reveal he doesn't wear a gun.] Can't.

Holliday: [Holliday shouts to the bartender for a gun. Before Mac can do anything, Wyatt's brother - standing behind Holliday - slides a gun down the bar to Wyatt to balance up the sides.] We can take care of that easily enough. Mac!

Wyatt: [Wyatt examines the gun and then slides it back on the bar to his brother.; Holliday uncocks his gun and returns it to his holster.] Brother Morg's gun. The big one - that's Morg. The other one, that good-lookin fella, that's my brother Virg. This is Doc Holliday, fellas.

Morg: Hi ya, Doc.

Virg: Howdy.

Holliday: Howdy. Have a drink.

Morg: Don't mind if I do, Doc.

Holliday: I know all about you and your reason for being here.

Wyatt: 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.

Holliday: There's one here too, biggest graveyard west of the Rockies. Marshals and I usually get along much better when we understand that right away.

Wyatt: Get your meanin Doc.

Holliday: Good.

Clanton: [about cattle] If you ain't got em committed to no shipper, I'll take em off your hands.

Wyatt: Not interested.

Clanton: I'll make ya a good offer. Pay in silver, three dollars a head.

Wyatt: Nope.

Clanton: Might raise it to five dollars silver.

Wyatt: Made more than that in Mexico.

Clanton: They'll be a sorry looking lot by the time they get to California, son.

Wyatt: They'll feed out when we get to grass country. Sure is rough looking country. Ain't no cow country. Mighty different where I come from. What do they call this place?

Clanton: Just over the rise there, a big town called Tombstone. A fine town.

Wyatt: Tombstone! Yeah, I heard of it. Well, me and my brothers might ride in there tonight. Get ourselves a shave maybe. A glass of beer.

Clanton: Yeah! You'd enjoy yourself. Wide-awake, wide-open town Tombstone. Get anything you want there.

Deacon John Simpson: I hereby declare the first church of Tombstone, which ain't got no name yet, or no preacher either, officially dedicated. Now, I don't pretend to be no preacher, but I've read the Good Book from cover to cover and back again, and I never found one word ag'in dancin'. So we'll commence by havin a dad-blasted good dance!

Newman Haynes Clanton: When you pull a gun, kill a man.

Wyatt Earp: There's probably fifty fellas around town just waitin to see you get liquored up so they can fill you full of holes. Build themselves up a great reputation. The man that killed Doc Holliday.

Wyatt Earp: Look, Doc, I ain't tryin to poke my nose into your personal affairs, but from where I stand, a man would have to go a long ways before he finds a finer girl than that Miss Carter, or a prettier one for that matter.

Wyatt Earp: What kind of a town is this anyway? Excuse me ma'am. A man can't get a shave without gettin his head blowed off.