A Western retelling the tale of the Shoot-out at the OK Corral.

Wyatt Earp: Mac, you ever been in love?
Mac: No, I've been a bartender all me life.
[last lines]
Wyatt Earp: Ma'am, I sure like that name... Clementine.
Old Man Clanton: When ya pull a gun, kill a man.
Old Man Clanton: Wide-awake, wide-open town, Tombstone. You can get anything you want there.
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.
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.
[Chihuahua has just been seriously wounded]
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 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 goin' 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.
[as Wyatt is leaving the hotel after taking the marshal's job, he meets Clanton and his sons]
Wyatt Earp: I'm the fella with the trail herd, remember?
Old Man Clanton: Oh, sure, I remember you.
Wyatt Earp: You was right. I didn't get very far with 'em. They was rustled this evening.
Old Man Clanton: That so? Well, that's too bad.
[Wyatt starts out the door]
Old Man Clanton: I guess you'll be headin' for California, huh?
Wyatt Earp: No, I figured on stickin' around awhile. Got myself a job.
Old Man Clanton: Cowpunching?
Wyatt Earp: Marshalin'.
Old Man Clanton: Marshalln'? In Tombstone?
[laughs]
Old Man Clanton: Well... good luck to ya, Mister...?
Wyatt Earp: Earp. Wyatt Earp.
Wyatt Earp: Sure is a hard town for a fella to have a quiet game o' poker in.
[At his brother's grave]
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.
[after the shoot-out at the O.K. Corral, Wyatt refuses to shoot Old Man Clanton]
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'll feel just a little what my pa's gonna feel. Now get out of town - start wandering!
Doc Holliday: I see we're in opposite camps, Marshal. Draw!
[Draws gun on Wyatt Earp, bar goes quiet]
Wyatt Earp: [Pulls open his vest showing he is unarmed] Can't...
Doc Holliday: We can take care of that easily enough. Mac...!
Wyatt Earp: [Virgil Earp slides pistol to Wyatt, who picks it up and examines it] Brother Morg's gun.
[Slides gun back to Morgan, Doc turns to see Morgan pick up pistol and holster it. Doc holsters his pistol as well]
Wyatt Earp: Big one, that's Morg. The other one, that good lookin' fella, that's my brother Virg. Doc Holliday, fellas!
Morgan Earp: [Smiling] Hiya, Doc!
Virgil Earp: Howdy.
Doc Holliday: Howdy!
[Looks back at Wyatt, who smiles, then back at Morgan and Virgil]
Doc Holliday: Have a drink!
[Tension in bar breaks, music starts again]
Morgan Earp: Don't mind if I do, Doc!
[Slaps Doc on back]
Granville Thorndyke: Shakespeare was not meant for taverns... nor for tavern *louts*.
Ike Clanton: [Grabbing Thorndyke's arm] Yorick stays here!
[Wyatt Earp pistol-whips Clanton across the forehead]