Tombstone (1993) - Quotes

Wyatt Earp: What makes a man like Ringo, Doc? What makes him do the things he does?

Doc Holliday: A man like Ringo has a great empty hole through the middle of him. He can never kill enough, or steal enough, or inflict enough pain to ever fill it.

Wyatt Earp: What does he need?

Doc Holliday: Revenge.

Wyatt Earp: For what?

Doc Holliday: Being born.

Jack Johnson: Doc, you ought to be in bed. What the hell you doin this for, anyway?

Doc Holliday: Wyatt Earp is my friend.

Jack Johnson: Hell, I've got lots of friends.

Doc Holliday: I don't.

Jack Johnson: Nobody move!

Doc Holliday: Nonsense! By all means, move.

Kate: I don't understand. I'm your woman, you get killed, where's it leave me?

Doc Holliday: Without a meal ticket I suppose.

Kate: ... You bastard.

Doc Holliday: I'm leaving now darling.

Kate: You bastard!

Doc Holliday: Have you no kind word to say to me before I ride away?

Doc Holliday: I calculate not.

Virgil Earp: What do you want, Ringo?

Johnny Ringo: I want your blood...and I want your souls. And I want em both right now.

Wyatt Earp: We don't want any more trouble.

Johnny Ringo: [points to Wyatt] Well, you've got trouble! And it starts with you.

Wyatt Earp: [opens his coat, showing he's not armed; Earp brothers start to walk away] I'm not gonna fight you, Ringo, there's no money in it. Sober up. C'mon boys.

Johnny Ringo: Wretched slugs. Don't any of you have the guts to play for blood?!

Doc Holliday: [steps forward, one gun in a shoulder holster in full view, holding his other behind his back] I'm your huckleberry. That's just my game.

Johnny Ringo: Alright, lunger, you go to hell. I'll put you outta your misery!

Doc Holliday: Say when!

Curly Bill: Johnny, don't!

Curly Bill: [chuckles] Don't mind him. He's just drunk, that's all.

Johnny Ringo: No! I want them spitting blood!

Curly Bill: [Johnny staggers away and runs into some coffins at the funeral parlor, knocking them over] Easy, son, easy. Now ain't the time! I tell you, boys, even I'm worried what's going to happen once Ringo runs this outfit. God have mercy!

Wyatt Earp: It's not your problem, Doc. You don't have to mix up in this.

Doc Holliday: [Glares at Wyatt] That is a hell of a thing for you to say to me!

Billy Clanton: [to Holliday; ''draws a knife.''] It's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you couldn't hit nothin. In fact, you're probably seeing double.

Doc: [draws a second gun] I have two guns; one for each of ya.

Ike Clanton: What is that now? Twelve hands in a row? Holliday, son of a bitch, nobody's that lucky.

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

Billy Clanton: Is that "Old Dog Tray?" It sounds to me like "Old Dog Tray." You know, Stephen Foster. "Oh, Susannah," "Camptown Races." Stephen stinking Foster!

Doc: Ah, yes. Well, this happens to be a nocturne.

Billy Clanton: A which?

Doc: You know, Frederic fucking Chopin.

Curly Bill: Wyatt Earp, huh? Heard of you.

Ike Clanton: Listen now, Kansas Law Dog. Law don't go around here, savvy?

Wyatt Earp: I'm retired.

Curly Bill: Good. That's real good.

Ike Clanton: Yeah, yeah, that's real good, law dog. Cause the law just don't go around here.

Wyatt Earp: [draws a card, to Curly Bill; Morgan pays Curly Bill out] Yeah, I heard you the first time. Winner to the king. $500.

Curly Bill: Shut up, Ike.

Johnny Ringo: [steps up to Doc] And you must be Doc Holliday.

Doc Holliday: That's the rumor.

Johnny Ringo: You retired too?

Doc Holliday: Not me. I'm in my prime.

Johnny Ringo: Yeah, you look it.

Doc Holliday: And you must be Ringo. Look, darling, Johnny Ringo. The deadliest pistoleer since Wild Bill, they say. What do you think, darling? Should I hate him?

Kate: You don't even know him.

Doc Holliday: Yes, but there's just something about him. Something around the eyes, I don't know, reminds me of... me. No. I'm sure of it, I hate him.

Wyatt Earp: [to Ringo] He's drunk.

Doc Holliday: [When I drink, I say the truth] In vino veritas.

Johnny Ringo: [Do what you do best] Age quod agis.

Doc Holliday: [I don't believe drinking is what I do best] Credat Judaeus apella, non ego.

Johnny Ringo: [pats his gun; Fools must learn from experience] Eventus stultorum magister.

Doc Holliday: [smiles; It's your funeral] In pace requiescat.

Fred White: Come on boys. We don't want any trouble in here. Not in any language.

Doc Holliday: [to Kate] That's Latin, darlin'. Evidently Mr. Ringo's an educated man. Now I really hate him.

Doc Holliday: Why, Johnny Tyler! You madcap.

Johnny Tyler: [Freezes] ...Doc?

Doc Holliday: Where do you think you're going with that shotgun?

Johnny Tyler: ...I-I didn't know you was back in town!

Josephine Marcus: [''looking at Wyatt''] This is a remarkable scene. I wonder who that tall drink of water is.

Mr. Fabian: My darling, you've cast your gaze upon the quintessential frontier type. Note the lean silhouette. Eyes closed by the sun, yet sharp as a hawk. He has the look of both predator and prey.

Josephine Marcus: I want one.

Mr. Fabian: Happy hunting.

Doc Holliday: Way ahead of yourselves, aren't you, boys? This is just another mining camp.

Behan: Have you seen how everyone dresses? Awful tony for a mining camp. No, sir, the die is cast. We are growing. Be as big as San Francisco in a few years and just as sophisticated.

Doc Holliday: [''smirking''] Very cosmopolitan.

Narrator: [[w:William S. Hart|William S. Hart; [w:Tom Mix|Tom Mix] The power of the Cowboy Gang was broken forever. Ike Clanton was shot and killed two years later during an attempted robbery. Mattie died of a drug overdose shortly after she left Tombstone. Virgil and Allie Earp moved to California where Virgil, despite the use of only one arm, became a town sheriff. Wyatt and Josephine embarked on a series of adventures. Up or down, thin or flush, in 47 years they never left each other's side. Wyatt Earp died in Los Angeles in 1929. Among the pallbearers at his funeral were early western stars ] and ]. Tom Mix wept.

Narrator: 1879 - the Civil War is over, and the resulting economic explosion spurs the great migration west. Farmers, ranchers, prospectors, killers, and thieves seek their fortune. Cattle growers turn cow towns into armed camps, with murder rates higher than than those of modern-day New York or Los Angeles. Out of this chaos comes legendary lawman Wyatt Earp, retiring his badge and gun to start a peaceful life for his family. Earp's friend, John "Doc" Holliday, a southern gentlemen turned gunman and gambler, also travels west, hoping the dry climate will relieve his tuberculosis. Silver is discovered in Arizona. Tombstone becomes queen of the boom towns where the latest Paris fashions are sold from the backs of wagons. Attracted to this atmosphere of greed, over 100 exiled Texas outlaws band together to form the ruthless gang recognized by the red sashes they wear. They emerge as the earliest example of organized crime in America. They call themselves The Cowboys.

Morgan Earp: [Last lines; Dies] Remember what I said about dying people seeing a white light? It ain't true! I can't see a damn thing!

Morgan Earp: Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.

Wyatt Earp: I don't think I'll let you arrest us today, Behan.

Wyatt Earp: All right, Clanton. You called down the thunder, well, now you've got it! You see that? (shows badge) It says "United States Marshal." (gestures to Stilwell) Take a good look at him, Ike, because that's how you're gonna end up! The Cowboys are finished, you understand me? I see a red sash, I kill the man wearin it! So run, you cur! Run! Tell all the other curs the law's coming! You tell em I'm coming and Hell's coming with me, you hear? Hell's coming with me!

Wyatt Earp: In all that time workin those cow towns, I was only ever mixed up in one shooting, just one. But a man lost his life and I took it! You don't know how that feels, Morg, and believe me boy, you don't ever want to know. Not ever!

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

Wyatt Earp: I spent my whole life not knowing what I want out of it, just chasing my tail. Now for the first time I know exactly what I want... and who... and that's the damnable misery of it.

Doc Holliday: You're no daisy, you're no daisy at all.

Doc Holliday: Why, Kate, you're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.

Doc Holliday: Oh, Johnny, I forgot you were there. You may go now.

Doc Holliday: [On his deathbed, he notices he has bare feet, despite saying he wanted to die with his boots on] Well, I'll be damned. Oh, this is funny.

Doc Holliday: It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.

Doc Holliday: I'm your huckleberry.

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

Doc Holliday: [Pulls his guns out of his holsters, initially in a threatening manner, then places them down on the poker table] Ed, what an ugly thing to say... does this mean we're not friends anymore? You know, Ed, if I thought you weren't my friend, I just don't think I could bear it. There. Now we can be friends again.