Ed, what an ugly thing to say. I abhor ugliness... 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. There. Now we can be friends again.
Why, Kate, you're not wearing a bustle... how lewd.
Why Ike, whatever do you mean?
Maybe poker just isn't your game, Ike. I know! Let's have a spelling contest!
I'm your Huckleberry.
Why, Johnny Ringo! You look like somebody just walked over your grave.
You're no daisy. You're no daisy at all!
No. Not me. I'm in my prime.
Indeed sir, the last charge of Wyatt Earp and his immortals.
I've got two guns... One for each of ya.
It appears my hypocrisy knows no bounds.
I have not yet begun to defile myself.
Wyatt, I am rolling.
It would appear that the strain was more than he could bear.
Poor soul, you were just too high strung.
You're a daisy if you do.
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.
Quoting Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Kubla Khan
Forgive me if I don't shake hands.
Yes, it's true. You are a good woman. Then again, you may be the Antichrist.
That's what I love about Wyatt. He can talk himself into anything.
Oh... Johnny, I apologize, I forgot you were there... You may go now.
Why Johnny Tyler, Mad Cap... Where'ya going with that shotgun?
Make no mistake, It's not revenge he's after....It's a reckoning.