Doc Holliday: Now we'll have to talk this over and use some strategy. Seeing that mine is the only intelligence that's trained in deceit and slimy tactics, I want to offer my advice.

Doc Holliday: Clay, you've been drinking very much?
Clay Allison: Ah, I bought a pint is all.
Gus Andrews: Clay can handle himself. Doc.
John Wesley Hardin: It takes a pint to get him sober.

Bat Masterson: Marshal Earp hasn't any manners, either. He didn't even say so long to men who risked their lives.
Doc Holliday: Why should he? Rascals, killers, hoodlums. Wyatt'll pray for their poor souls, won't you, Deacon Earp?
Wyatt: Yeah, and I'll pray for yours too, Doctor.