Josephine: I'm a woman, I like men. If that means I'm not "lady-like", then I guess I'm just not a lady! At least I'm honest.
Wyatt Earp: You're different. No arguin' that. But you're a lady all right. I'd take my oath on it.
Doc Holliday: Why Kate, you're not wearing a bustle. How lewd.
Wyatt Earp: How are you?
Doc Holliday: I'm dying, how are you?
Jack Johnson: Nobody move!
Doc Holliday: Nonsense. By all means, move.
Wyatt Earp: You could have been busted up back there, or killed.
Josephine Marcus: Fun, though, wasn't it?
Wyatt Earp: You'd die for fun?
Josephine Marcus: Wouldn't you?
Morgan Earp: Look at all the stars. You look up and you think, "God made all this and He remembered to make a little speck like me." It's kind of flattering, really.
Answer: Danse macabre by Camille Saint-Saëns.