Doc Holliday

Why Ed 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!

You're no daisy! You're no daisy at all. Poor soul, you were just too high strung.

Sure you do. Say goodbye to me. Go grab that spirited actress and make her your own. Take that beauty from it, don't look back. Live every second. Live right on to the end. Live Wyatt. Live for me. Wyatt, if you were ever my friend - if ya ever had even the slightest of feelin' for me, leave now. Leave now... Please.

Make no mistake, it's not revenge he's after. It's a reckonin'.

Forgive me if I don't shake hands.

Weave a circle round him thrice, / And close your eyes with holy dread, / For he on honey-dew hath fed, / And drunk the milk of Paradise.

Sheriff, allow me to present a pair of fellow sophisticates. Turkey Creek Jack Johnson and Texas Jack Vermillion. Mind your ear, Creek.

Maybe poker's just not your game, Ike. I know: let's have a spelling contest.