My Darling Clementine1946

Holliday:
[about how long Wyatt will stay in town] Until you catch the rustlers that killed your brother?

Wyatt:
That's the general idea.

Holliday:
What's the specific idea?

Wyatt:
I don't follow you quite.

Holliday:
You haven't taken it into your head to deliver us from all evil?

Wyatt:
I hadn't thought of it quite like that, but ain't a bad idea. It's what I'm gettin' paid fer.

Holliday:
Let's get down to cases, Marshal. I, for instance. How would you handle me if I took a notion to break the law?

Wyatt:
You already have.

Holliday:
For example.

Wyatt:
Runnin' that tin-horn out of town. That's none of your business.

Holliday:
I see we're in opposite camps, Marshal. Draw! [Holliday pulls and c*cks his gun on Earp.]

Wyatt:
Can't. [He opens up his vest to reveal he doesn't wear a gun.]

Holliday:
We can take care of that easily enough. Mac! [Holliday shouts to the bartender for a gun. Before Mac can do anything, Wyatt's brother - standing behind Holliday - slides a gun down the bar to Wyatt to balance up the sides.]

Wyatt:
[Wyatt examines the gun and then slides it back on the bar to his brother.] Brother Morg's gun. [Holliday uncocks his gun and returns it to his holster.] The big one - that's Morg. The other one, that good-lookin' fella, that's my brother Virg. This is Doc Holliday, fellas.

Morg:
Hi ya, Doc.

Virg:
Howdy.

Holliday:
Howdy. Have a drink.

Morg:
Don't mind if I do, Doc.