Ike Clanton: “What is that, Holiday? Twelve hands in a row? Ain’t nobody that lucky.”
Doc Holiday: “Why Ike, whatever do you mean? Maybe poker’s just not your game. I know! Let’s have a spelling contest!”
Cowboy: “Why, it’s the drunk piano player. You’re so drunk, you can’t hit nothin’. In
fact, you’re probably seeing double.”
Doc Holiday: “Well, I have two guns, one for each of ya.”
Wyatt: “How are you?”
Doc: “I’m dying, how are you?”
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