Marshall Strickland: Come on, this is a party! Come on, let's have some fun!
Buford: 8 o'clock. Monday. You ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
Gang Member 1: It's dog, Buford. Shoot 'im down like a dog.
Buford: Let's go, boys! Let these sissies have their party!
Doc: Marty, what are you doing, saying you're going to meet Tannen??
Marty: Doc, don't worry about it! Monday morning, 8am. We're gonna be gone, right?
Doc: Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?
Marty: Late??
Doc: We'll discuss this later.
Marty: No, we'll discuss this now - late?
Clara: Thank you for your gallantry, Mr Eastwood.
Marty: No, hey, ma'am.
Clara: Had you not interceded, Emmett might have been shot!
Doc: Marty -
Man 1: You sure set him straight, Mr Eastwood. I'm glad somebody finally got the gumption to stand up to that son of a bitch.
Man 2: You're all right in my book, Mr Eastwood. I'd like to buy you a drink.
Marty: Hey, look, I don't want a drink. It was no big deal.
Colt Gun Salesman: Young man, young man. I'd like you to have this brand new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt, free of charge!
Marty: Free?
Colt Gun Salesman: I want everybody to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker.
Marty: Hey, hey, thanks.
Colt Gun Salesman: Of course, you understand that if you lose - I'm taking it back.
Marty: Thanks again.
Seamus: You had him, Mr Eastwood! You could have just walked away, and nobody would of thought the less of ya for it. All it would have been was words - hot air from a buffoon. Instead you let him rile ya - rile ya into playing his game, his way, playing his rules.
Marty: Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doing.
Maggie: He reminds me of poor Martin.
Seamus: Aye.
Marty: Who?
Seamus: Me brother.
Marty: Wait a minute - you have a brother named Martin McFly?
Seamus: Had a brother. Martin used to let men provoke him into fighting. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin. God rest his soul.
Maggie: Sure hope you're considering the future, Mr Eastwood.
Marty:
Clara: And that crater in the middle north-west, out there all by itself like a starburst?
Doc: Uh-huh.
Clara: That one's called Copernicus.
Doc: Oh, please, continue your lesson.
Clara: When I was 11, I had diphtheria. I was quarantined for 3 months, so my father bought me this telescope and put it next to my bed so I could see everything out my window.
Doc: Definitely, although not for another 84 years and not on trains. We'll have space vehicles - capsules to sail off in rockets - devices that create giant explosions - explosions that are so powerful that they...
Clara:
Clara: Emmett, I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, "From The Earth To The Moon".
Doc: You've read Jules Verne?
Clara: I adore Jules Verne.
Doc: So do I. "20,000 Leagues Under The Sea", my absolute favorite. The first time I read that when I was a little boy I wanted to meet Captain Nemo and...
Clara:
Doc:
Clara: I never ever met a man like you before.
Marty: Doc! Doc!
Marty: I hope you know what you're doing.