When you pull a gun, kill a man. — My Darling Clementine

"Look, Doc, I aint tryin to poke my nose into your personal affairs, but from where I stand, a man would have to go a long ways before he finds a finer girl than that Miss Carter, or a prettier one for that matter."

"Theres probably fifty fellas around town just waitin to see you get liquored up so they can fill you full of holes. Build themselves up a great reputation. The man that killed Doc Holliday."

"Deacon John Simpson: I hereby declare the first church of Tombstone, which aint got no name yet, or no preacher either, officially dedicated. Now, I dont pretend to be no preacher, but Ive read the Good Book from cover to cover and back again, and I never found one word agin dancin. So well commence by havin a dad-blasted good dance!"

"The film we see is merely a cozy point of convergence, with swirling metaphysical gravity and back-porch nostalgia attained through the way in which Ford frames the story as a curious detail on an epic canvas, or a single, gorgeous constellation amid a blanket of stars. The characters are rounded, rootsy products of lives lived and knowledge procured, and this story little more than a juncture of souls or a random point of communal progression."

"Reckless, Riotous Frontier Adventure!"

"What kind of a town is this anyway? Excuse me maam. A man cant get a shave without gettin his head blowed off."