Doc Holliday

— It's the drunk piano player. You're so drunk, you can't hit nothin'. In fact, you're probably seein' double.
— I have two guns, one for each of ya.

— I'm a good woman to you, Doc. Don't I always take care of ya? Nobody cares for you like me. I'm a good woman.
— Yes, it's true, you are a good woman. Then again, you may be the Antichrist.

— Doc. You ought to be in bed. What the hell you doin' this for anyway?
— Wyatt Earp is my friend.
— Hell, I got lots of friends.
— I don't.

— You must be Doc Holliday?
— That's the rumour.
— You retired too?
— Not me. I'm in my prime.