My Darling Clementine

Wyatt Earp:
Sure is a hard town to play a quiet game o' poker in.

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.

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.

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!

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.

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

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

Holliday:
We can take care of that easily enough. Mac! [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.]

Wyatt:
[Wyatt examines the gun and then slides it back on the bar to his brother.] Brother Morg's gun. [Holliday uncocks his gun and returns it to his holster.] 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.

Clementine:
It is wonderful to see you again, John. You are pleased that I came...? [Pause] 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:
Please go back home Clem, back where you belong. Forget that you... [Holliday experiences a severe coughing fit]

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:
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.

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:
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.

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.

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

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

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.

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

Clementine:
Goodbye.

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

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.

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:
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.

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!