Back to the Future Part III (1990)
Young Doc: [while exploring the cave that holds the DeLorean in it] This reminds me of the time I attempted to reach the center of the earth. I'd be reading my favorite author, Jules Verne. I spent weeks preparing that expedition, I didn't even get this far. Of course, I was only 12 at the time. You know, it was the writings of Jules Verne that had a profound effect on my life. It was when I was 11 that I first read 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. It was then that I realized that I must devote my life to science.
Jennifer Parker: Dr. Brown, I brought this note back from the future and - now it's erased.
Doc: Of course it's erased!
Jennifer Parker: But what does that mean?
Doc: It means your future hasn't been written yet. No one's has. Your future is whatever you make it. So make it a good one, both of you.
Marty McFly: [Marty wraps his arm around Jennifer] We will, Doc.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What's your name, dude?
Marty McFly: Uh, Mar- Eastwood. Clint Eastwood.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What kind of stupid name is that?
Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot.
Marty McFly: Or hanged.
Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit?
Marty McFly: You did.
Marty McFly: Hey, Doc! Where you goin' now? Back to the future?
Doc: Nope. Already been there.
[Doc and Marty are about to hijack the train]
Engineer: Is this a holdup?
Doc: It's a science experiment! Stop the train just before you hit the switch track up ahead!
Doc: And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles.
Saloon Old Timer #3: If everybody's got one of these auto-whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?
Doc: Of course we run. But for recreation. For fun.
Saloon Old Timer #3: Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?
[Doc and Marty load the DeLorean onto the train tracks]
Doc: Marty, I've made a decision. I'm not going with you tomorrow. I'm staying here.
Marty McFly: What are you talkin' about, Doc?
Doc: There's no point in denying it. I'm in love with Clara.
Marty McFly: Oh, man. Doc, we don't belong here! Neither one of us! You know, it could still be you that gets shot tomorrow!
[shows Doc the photo of the blank tombstone]
Marty McFly: This tombstone could still be in your future!
Doc: Marty, the future isn't written. It can be changed. You know that. Anyone can make their future whatever they want it to be. I can't let this one little photograph determine my entire destiny. I have to live my life according to what I believe is right in my heart.
Marty McFly: Doc, you're a scientist.
[points to Doc's heart]
Marty McFly: So you tell me: What's the right thing to do?
Marty McFly: [points to his own forehead] Up here?
Doc: [sighs and looks again at the photograph] You're right, Marty.
[they release the DeLorean onto the tracks]
Marty McFly: Wow, that worked great.
Doc: I've at least gotta tell her goodbye.
Marty McFly: C'mon, Doc. I mean, think about it. What are you gonna say to her? "I gotta go back to the future"? I mean, she's not gonna understand that, Doc. Hell, I'm in it with you and even I don't understand it.
Marty McFly: Doc. Listen, maybe we could - I don't know. Maybe we could just take Clara with us.
Doc: To the future?
[shakes his head]
Doc: As you reminded me, Marty, I'm a scientist, so I must be scientific about this. I cautioned you about disrupting the continuum for your own personal benefit. Therefore, I must do no less. We shall proceed as planned, and as soon as we return to 1985, we'll destroy this infernal machine. Traveling through time has become much too painful.
Doc: Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex!
Doc: You're just not thinking fourth dimensionally!
Marty McFly: Right, right. I have a real problem with that.
Doc: So, it may not be my name that's supposed to end up on this tombstone. It may be yours.
[Marty and Doc exchange expressions they have each been saying throughout the trilogy...]
Marty McFly: Great Scott!
Doc: I know, this is heavy.
Young Doc: Remember, where you're going, there are no roads.
[Marty has accepted Buford's challenge to a duel]
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Then let's finish it, right now!
Buford's Gang Member #1: Oh, uh, not now, Buford. Uh, Marshal's got our guns.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow.
Buford Tannen's Gang #3: Tomorrow, we're robbin' the Pine City Stage.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What about Monday? We doin' anything Monday?
Buford's Gang Member #1: Uh, no, Monday'd be fine. You can kill him on Monday.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I'll be back this way on Monday! We'll settle this then... right there... out in the street... in front of the Palace Saloon!
Marty McFly: Yeah, right. When? High noon?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Noon? I do my killin' before breakfast! Seven o'clock!
Marty McFly: Eight o'clock. I do my killin' after breakfast!
[in a drive-in, in 1955. The theater screen shows a still picture of a group of Native Americans riding horse in a desert]
Young Doc: All you have to do is drive the time vehicle directly toward that screen accelerating to 88 miles an hour.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. If I drive straight towards the screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Young Doc: Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally. You'll instantly be transported back into 1885, and those Indians won't even be there.
Marty McFly: Right.
Young Doc: Well, good luck for both our sakes. See you in the future.
Marty McFly: You mean the past?
Young Doc: *Exactly*!
[after a few minutes, when he drives the DeLorean to 1885, an actual group of Native Americans is literally running towards his location]
Young Doc: [shouting frantically]
Marty McFly: Indians!
[1885 - Marty walks into a saloon, dressed in the outfit that Doc Brown gave him in 1955]
Saloon Old-Timer #1: Take a look and see what just breezed in the door.
Saloon Old-Timer #2: Why, I didn't know the circus was in town.
Saloon Old Timer #3: Musta got that shirt off'n a dead Chinee.
Bartender: What'll it be, stranger?
Marty McFly: Uh, I'll have an... ice water.
[the old-timers laugh]
Saloon Old Timer #3: Ice water?
Bartender: Water? You want water, you better go dunk ya head in the horse trough out there.
[pulls out a shot glass and pours into it]
Bartender: In here, we pour whiskey.
[after the duel between Buford Tannen and Marty, which ended with Buford landing in green horse dung]
Seamus McFly: [chuckling to himself] That was good.
Young Doc: [looking at a tiny circuit under a magnifying glass] Unbelievable that this little piece of junk could be such a big problem. No wonder this circuit failed. It says "Made in Japan".
Marty McFly: What do you mean, Doc? All the best stuff is made in Japan.
Young Doc: Unbelievable.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: You owe me money, blacksmith.
Doc: How do ya figure?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: My horse threw a shoe. And seein' as you was the one that done the shoein', I say that makes you responsible.
Doc: Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Wrong! See I was *on* my horse when it threw the shoe and I got throwed *off*! And *that* caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red-eye. So, the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me five dollars for the whiskey and $75 for the horse.
Marty McFly: [hoarsely] That's the $80.
Doc: Look! If your horse threw a shoe, bring him back and I'll reshoe him!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I done shot that horse!
Doc: Well, that's your problem, Tannen!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Wrong! That's yours. So, from now on, you better be lookin' behind you when you walk. 'Cause one day you're gonna get a bullet in your back.
[Buford and his gang gallop away on their horses]
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [arriving at the Palace Saloon] Are you in there, Eastwood? It's eight o'clock, and I'm callin' you out!
Marty McFly: [looks at the town clock, then steps towards Buford cautiously at a window] It's not 8:00 yet!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: It is by my watch! Let's settle this once and for all, runt! Or ain't you got the gumption?
Colt Gun Salesman: [the gun salesman is amazed at Marty's gunmanship at a shooting gallery] Uh, just tell me one thing. Where'd you learn to shoot like that?
Marty McFly: 7-Eleven.
Clara Clayton: I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.
Doc: [reading a letter his future self wrote] I never knew I could write anything so touching.
Marty McFly: I know, Doc, it's beautiful.
Marty McFly: [holding up a plate that says "Frisbee"] Hey, Frisbee, far-out.
Seamus McFly: What was the meanin' of that?
Maggie McFly: It was right in front of him.
Marty McFly: Bartender says that's the strongest stuff they got.
[Doc begins to pour alcohol into the DeLorean's gas cap]
Doc: Try it, Marty.
[Marty is trying to start the engine in the DeLorean. The engine begins to sorely start as he keeps turning the keys to work the engine]
Doc: Give it more gas...
[the DeLorean sounds as if its about to start until the fuel-injection manifold blows apart from the car with a lot smog as the car dies; Doc picks it up]
Doc: Damn! It blew the fuel injection manifold. Strong stuff alright, it'll take me a month to rebuild it.
Marty McFly: A month? Doc, you're gonna get shot on Monday!
Doc: I know, I know...! Wait, I've got it! we can simply roll it down a steep hill... no, no, we'd never find a smooth enough surface. Unless... of course, ice! We'll wait until winter, when the lake freezes over we'll...
Marty McFly: Winter? Doc! Monday, it's three days away!
Doc: Okay, okay, let's think this through logically... we know that it won't run under its own power and we know we can't pull it, but if we could find a way to push it up to 88 miles per hour...
[a whistle blows in the distance and Doc looks out the window at the arriving train]
Doc: That's it!
Doc: [consulting a map of the train line] This spur runs off the main line three miles down to Clayton Ravine. There's a long stretch of track that will still exist in 1985. This is where we'll push the DeLorean with the locomotive. Funny, this map calls Clayton Ravine "Shonash Ravine"... that must be an old Indian name for it. It's perfect, a nice long run that goes clear across the bridge over the ravine, you know, over near that Hilldale housing development.
Marty McFly: Right, Doc, but according to this map, there is no bridge.
[cut to Marty and Doc standing at the end of the track overlooking the ravine]
Marty McFly: Well, Doc, we can scratch that idea. I mean, we can't wait around a year and a half for this thing to get finished.
Doc: Marty, it's perfect, you're just not thinking fourth-dimensionally!
Marty McFly: [sotto voice] Right, right. I have a real problem with that.
Doc: Don't you see? The bridge *will* exist in 1985. It's safe and still in use. Therefore, as long as we get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour before we hit the edge of the ravine, we'll instantaneously arrive at a point in time where the bridge is completed. We'll have track under us and coast safely across the ravine!
Marty McFly: What about the locomotive?
Doc: It'll be a spectacular wreck. Too bad no one will be around to see it.
[Marty has accepted Tannen's challenge to duel]
Seamus McFly: You had him, Mr. Eastwood! You could have just walked away and nobody would've thought the less of you for it. All it would have been was words... hot air from a buffoon. Instead, you let him rile you, rile you into playin' his game, his way, by his rules.
Marty McFly: Seamus, relax, I know what I'm doin'.
Maggie McFly: He reminds me of poor Martin.
Seamus McFly: Aye.
Marty McFly: Who?
Seamus McFly: Me brother.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, you have a brother named Martin McFly?
Seamus McFly: Had a brother. Martin used to let men provoke him into fightin'. He was concerned people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a Bowie knife shoved through his belly at a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin, God rest his soul.
Maggie McFly: Sure'n I hope you're considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood.
[she walks away]
Marty McFly: [to himself] I think about it all the time.
Clara Clayton: Emmett, do you think we'll ever be able to travel to the moon like we travel across the country on trains?
Doc: Definitely, although not for another eighty-four 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 Clayton: [finishes Doc's sentence] "They break the pull of the earth's gravity and send their projectile through outer space."
[Doc stares at her in shock. Clara laughs]
Clara Clayton: Emmett, I read that book too. You're quoting Jules Verne, "From the Earth to the Moon".
Doc: You've read Jules Verne?
Clara Clayton: 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 Clayton: [laughs] Don't tease, Emmett. You couldn't have read that when you were a little boy, it was only first published ten years ago.
Doc: Oh, yes, well... I meant it made me *feel* like a boy. I never met a woman who liked Jules Verne before.
Clara Clayton: I never ever met a man like *you* before.
[Doc and Clara kiss as a shooting star falls from the sky]
Doc: Marty, you can't go losing your judgment every time someone calls you a name. That's exactly what causes you to get into that accident in the future.
Buford's Gang Member #2: Hey, take a gander at them moccasins! What kinda skins is them? What's that writin' mean?
Buford's Gang Member #1: "Nee-kay"? What is that, some sorta Injun talk or somethin'?
Strickland's Deputy: [Buford is pulled out of a manure cart and up to his feet] Buford Tannen, you're under arrest for robbin' the Pine City Stage! You got anything to say?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [spits out a chunk of manure] I hate manure.
Marty McFly: How many did he have?
Bartender: Just the one.
Marty McFly: Just the one? Come on, Doc!
Bartender: There's a fella that can't hold his liquor.
Doc: Marty, why are you wearing that gun? You're not considering going up against Tannen tomorrow?
Marty McFly: Doc, tomorrow morning, I'm going back to the future with you. But if Buford Tannen comes looking for trouble, I'm gonna be ready for him. You heard what that son of a bitch called me last night.
Doc: Marty, you can't go losing your judgment every time someone calls you a name. That's exactly what causes you to get into that accident in the future.
Marty McFly: What? What about my future?
Doc: I can't tell you. It might make things worse.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. What is wrong with my future?
Doc: Marty, we all have to make decisions that affect the course of our lives. You've gotta do what you've gotta do. And I've gotta do what I've gotta do.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Smile, Marshall. After all, this *is* a party!
Marshall Strickland: The only party I'll be smilin' at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.
Strickland's Deputy: Have fun.
[Buford and his gang head toward the town festival]
Marshall Strickland: [turns to his son] See, that's how you handle them, son. Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word - "discipline."
Marshal Strickland's son: I will, Pa.
[the Marshall pats his son on the leg]
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Listen up, Eastwood! I aim to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it'd be you. But if you're just too damn yella, I guess it'll just have to be your blacksmith friend.
[Marty and Doc are asking how fast the train could go]
Marty McFly: Do you think it's possible to get it up to... 90?
Engineer: Ha! 90? Tarnation, son, who'd ever need to be in such a hurry?
Doc: Well, it's just a little bet he and I have, that's all. Theoretically speaking, could it be done?
Engineer: Well, I suppose if you had a straight stretch of track with a level grade, and you weren't haulin' no cars behind you, and if you can get the fire hot enough, and I'm talkin' about hotter than the blazes of hell and damnation itself... then yes, it might be possible to get her up that fast.
Marty McFly: You're Mad Dog Tannen.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Mad Dog? I hate that name. I hate it! You hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog! Especially not some duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash!
[Holding baby William]
Marty McFly: So you're my great-grandfather. The first McFly born in America. And you peed on me.
Jennifer Parker: [Marty floors his truck in reverse and turns the other way while Needles speeds off down the street] Did you do that on purpose?
Marty McFly: Yeah, you think I'm stupid enough to race that asshole?
[they watch as a Rolls-Royce pulls out of a driveway, not yielding the right of way, and Needles screeches on his breaks and zips around it. Marty is shocked to realize something valuable about his fate]
Marty McFly: [to himself] I would have hit that Rolls-Royce.
[Marty and Doc meet for the first time in 1885, just as Doc has saved Marty from being hung to death]
Marty McFly: [weakly] Doc?
Doc: [boldly] Marty? I gave you explicit instructions not to come here, but to go directly back to 1985.
Marty McFly: [weakly] I know, Doc. But I had to come.
Doc: Well, it's good to see you, Marty.
[the two hug and then walk off and Doc adds]
Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot.
Marty McFly: [gesturing a rope around his neck, weakly] Or hanged.
Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit?
Marty McFly: [smiles weakly] You did.
Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Doc!
Young Doc: [not paying attention] What?
Marty McFly: Doc!
Young Doc: What?
Marty McFly: Doc!
Young Doc: [finally seeing him] Aaaah!
Marty McFly: Okay, relax, Doc, it's me! It's me, It's Marty!
Young Doc: No, it can't be! I just sent you back to the future!
Marty McFly: Oh, I know you did send me back to the future. But I'm back, I'm back *from* the future.
Young Doc: Great Ssscott!
Bartender: [the bartender and his assistant, Joey mix up a special "wake-up juice" using hot peppers, Tabasco sauce and chili powder] In about ten minutes, he's gonna be as sober as a priest on Sunday.
Marty McFly: [sees clock outside - they have 10 minutes to get to the train] Ten minutes? Why do we have to cut these things so damn close?
[Marty is left-behind back in 1955, with the young Doc of then as his only hope to getting back to the future]
Marty McFly: I'm sorry, Doc. It's all my fault you're stuck back there. I never should have let Biff get to me!
Young Doc: Well, there are plenty worse places to be than the Old West. I could've ended up in the Dark Ages. They probably would have burned me at the stake as a heretic or something.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Eight o'clock Monday, runt. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you and shoot you down like a duck.
Buford's Gang Member #1: It's "dog", Buford. Shoot him down like a dog.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [enraged] Lets go, boys! Let these sissies have their party!
Marty McFly: I had this horrible nightmare. Dreamed I w-... dreamed I was in a western. And I was being chased by all these Indians... and a bear.
Maggie McFly: Well... you're safe and sound here, now, at the McFly farm.
Marty McFly: McFly farm? Why, you're my, you're my, my... who are you?
[Marty McFly just found a tombstone with Emmett Brown's name]
Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Come here quick!
Young Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Marty McFly: You're not far off, Doc.
Barbed-Wire Salesman: I've never seen a man so broken up over a woman. What did he say her name was, Cara, Sara?
Older Man on Train 2: Clara.
Barbed-Wire Salesman: Clara!
Clara Clayton: [Clara's eyes light up and she spins around in her seat] Excuse me.
Barbed-Wire Salesman: Ma'am.
Clara Clayton: But was this man tall, with great big brown puppy dog eyes and long silvery flowing hair?
Barbed-Wire Salesman: You know him?
Clara Clayton: [Clara lets out a happy sigh and spins back in her seat] Emmett!
[she reaches up and pulls on an emergency stop cord]
[Marty is still wearing his 1985 shoes]
Young Doc: Marty, you have to wear the boots. You can't wear those futuristic things back in 1885. You shouldn't even be wearing them here in 1955.
Marty McFly: Alright, Doc. Look, as soon I get there, I'll put them on. I promise.
Doc: [after Doc wakes up from being passed out drunk from one shot of whiskey] The thing I really miss here is Tylenol.
Marty McFly: [running into the Saloon] Doc. What are you doin'?
Doc: I've lost her, Marty. There's nothing left for me here.
Marty McFly: Yeah, that's why you gotta come back with me.
Marty McFly: Back to the future.
Doc: [Nods his head] Right. Let's get going.
[puts down his glass of whiskey]
Marty McFly: [muffled] Great.
Doc: Gentlemen, excuse me. But, my friend and I have to catch a train.
Saloon Old-Timer #1: Cheers to ya, blacksmith.
Saloon Old Timer #3: And to the future.
Saloon Old-Timer #2: Amen.
Doc: [picks up his glass of whiskey] Amen.
Bartender: Emmett, no!
[Doc throws back the whiskey and turns and passes out, tipping over a table in the process]
[in a library in 1955]
Marty McFly: [reading a short biography about Buford Tannen] "Buford Tannen was a notorious gunman, whose short temper and a tendency to drool, earned him the nickname 'Mad Dog.' He was quick on the trigger and bragged that he'd killed 12 men, not including Indians or Chinamen."
Young Doc: Does it mention me? Am I one of the 12?
Marty McFly: [Puts up his finger] Just a minute. "However, this can not be substantiated since precise records were not kept after Tannen shot a newspaper editor who printed an unfavorable story about him in 1884." That's why we can't find anything.
Young Doc: [Brings over a set of books] Look. "William McFly and family." Your relatives?
Marty McFly: My great-grandfather's name was William.
[Points to William]
Marty McFly: That's him, good looking guy.
Marty McFly: Maybe it was just a mistake, Doc. Maybe that grave wasn't yours. There could've been another Emmett Brown back in 1885.
Young Doc: No.
Marty McFly: Did you have relatives here back then?
Young Doc: The Browns didn't come to Hill Valley until 1908. Then, they were the Von Brauns. My father changed our name during the first World War.
Marty McFly: [discovers a picture of Doc] Doc, look.
Young Doc: Great Scott. It's me! Then, it *is* true. All of it. It is me who goes back there and gets shot.
Marty McFly: It's not gonna happen, Doc. After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the DeLorean, I'm gonna go back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home.
Bartender: [mixing "wake-up juice" after Doc passes out] Here. Stick this clothespin on his nose.
[giving Marty a funnel, which he puts in Doc's mouth]
Bartender: And when he opens up his mouth, go ahead and pour it on down his gullet. Oh, and stand back.
[Doc jerks awake; screaming and clutching his throat, he runs outside and dunks his head into the horse trough]
Marty McFly: [pulling him out] He's still out!
Bartender: Oh, that? That was just a reflex action. It's gonna take a few more minutes for the stuff to really clear up his head.
[reading his own gravestone in 1955]
Young Doc: "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen, over a matter of eighty dollars"? What kind of a future do you call that?
[Marty teases Doc about his and Clara's reaction to each other]
Doc: Well, she did have quite a shock. After all, Miss Clayton almost ended up at the bottom of Clayton Ravine...
Doc: Clayton Ravine...
Marty McFly: Holy shit, Doc! Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher. They say she fell in there a hundred years ago.
Doc: A hundred years ago? That's this year!
Marty McFly: Every kid in school knows that story 'cause we all have teachers we'd like to see fall into that ravine.
[Clara is crawling on the train car filled with wooden fire logs]
Marty McFly: [into walkie talkie] You better hold on to somethin' Doc, the yellow log's about to blow!
[a large explosion occurs, sending a wave of sparks at Clara, knocking her over]
Clara Clayton: [sits up] Golly!
Doc: Marty, I gave you explicit instructions not to come here but to go directly back to 1985.
Marty McFly: I know, Doc. But I had to come.
Doc: But it's good to see ya, Marty.
Colt gun salesman: I'd like for you to have this new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt. Free of charge.
Marty McFly: Free?
Colt gun salesman: I want everybody to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker.
Marty McFly: Hey-hey, no problem. Thanks a lot!
Colt gun salesman: Of course, uh, you understand, that if you lose, I'm takin' it back.
Marty McFly: Thanks again.
Marty McFly: [reading the gravestone of Doc's future self] "Erected in eternal memory by his beloved Clara."
Marty McFly: [he turns to face Doc, inadvertently standing on the grave] Who the hell is Clara?
Young Doc: [shouts] Marty, please, don't stand there!
Doc: [while introducing his two sons to Marty] These are our boys; Jules, and Verne.
[at a weapons checkpoint, Strickland holds a shotgun on Tannen]
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town.
Marshall Strickland: If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read THIS.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Wake up! Get up! Let's go! I got me a runt to kill.
Buford's Gang Member #1: It's still early, boss. What's your hurry?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I'm hungry.
Doc: [upon seeing the "Howdy Doody Show" on TV] Howdy Doody time?
Bartender: Emmett! What can I get you? The usual?
Doc: No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
Doc: Whiskey, Chester.
Bartender: Whiskey? Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the 4th of July.
Bartender: [gets out a whiskey bottle and a shot glass, and pours it] Okay, I ain't your papa. I just don't want to see you do the wrong thing.
Marty McFly: [gears up before going to 1885] Hi-ho, Silver!
Townsman #1: Good morning, Mr. Eastwood.
Marty McFly: Morning.
Townsman #2: [hands Marty a cigar] Have a cigar, Mr. Eastwood. Anything I can do you for you today Mr. Eastwood?
Marty McFly: Uh, no. That's fine. I don't...
Townsman #3: Good luck tomorrow, Mr. Eastwood. We'll be prayin' for ya.
Marty McFly: Thanks.
Undertaker: [holding a funeral suit] Good morning, Mr. Eastwood. Interest you in a new suit for tomorrow?
Marty McFly: Uh, I'm-I'm fine. Thanks.
Doc: [into the walkie-talkie from inside the cab of the train] Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully, we'll hit 88 mph, before the needle gets much past 2,000.
Marty McFly: [into the walkie-talkie] Why, what-what happens after it hits 2,000?
Doc: [into the walkie-talkie] The whole boiler explodes.
Marty McFly: Perfect!
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [to his gang members] Let's go, boys. Let these sissies have their party.
Marty McFly: [Doc and Marty use explosives to get in the old Delgado mine, which is near a graveyard] I think you woke up the dead with that blast!
[Clara is running over to Doc's barn]
Clara Clayton: Emmett!
Clara Clayton: Emmett! Emmett!
[She stops to catch her breath and looks down]
Clara Clayton: [Whispers] Time machine...
[Clara's slowly picks up the model time machine with her gloved hands and examines it]
[Clara has pulled the train's whistle, causing Doc to look back towards the cab]
Clara Clayton: [Waves] Emmett!
Clara Clayton: I love you!
Marty McFly: [Into walkie talkie] Doc! Doc, what's happening?
Doc: [Into walkie talkie] It's Clara, she's on the train!
Marty McFly: [to himself] Clara? Perfect.
Doc: [Into walkie talkie] She's in the cab; I'm gonna go back for her!
Marty McFly: [Into walkie talkie] The windmill! Doc! The windwill, we're goin' past fifty, you'll never make it!
Doc: [Into walkie talkie] Then we'll have to take her back with us, but keep calling out the speed!
Doc: Clara! Climb out here to me!
Clara Clayton: I don't know if i can!
Doc: You can do it; just don't look down!
[Clara looks down at the churning wheels and starts leaning out]
Doc: That's it!
[Clara climbs over the cab and steps her high-heeled boots onto the train's thin, precarious ledge]
Marty McFly: [Into walkie talkie] 60 miles an hour, Doc!
[Doc has altered history by saving Clara from falling into what would have been Clayton Ravine]
Marty McFly: Look, Doc, what's the worst that can happen, huh? So they don't name the ravine after her. Let's just get the DeLorean ready and get the hell out of here.
Doc: I wish I'd never invented that infernal time machine. It's caused nothing but disaster.
[Marshall Strickland breaks up a brawl between Marty and Buford at the festival]
Marshall Strickland: [points rifle at Buford] All right now, break it up. What's all this about? You causin' trouble here, Tannen?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood! This don't concern the law.
Marshall Strickland: Tonight, everything concerns the law. Now break it up. Any brawlin', it's 15 days in the county jail. All right, folks, c'mon, this is a party. Come on, let's have some fun!
[walks off the stage]
Marty McFly: [shouts into the walkie-talkie] Doc! The red log's about to bloooooooooooooooooow!
Bartender: [On the day Marty is set to face Buford in a shootout] Seamus! I didn't expect to see you here this early!
Seamus McFly: Aye. But somethin' told me I should be here, as if my future had something to do with it.
[after the DeLorean is smashed to bits by a freight train upon Marty's eventual return to 1985]
Marty McFly: [sadly] Well, Doc, it's destroyed. Just like you wanted.
[Doc is scornful about the idea of falling in love]
Marty McFly: Aw, come on, Doc, it's not science! When it happens, it just hits you. It's like lightning!
Doc: [shudders] Marty, please don't say that!
Saloon Old Timer #3: If you don't go out there... everybody everywhere will say, "Clint Eastwood is the biggest yellow-belly in the West."
Doc: [Doc has just arrived in a time traveling train]
Doc: Meet the family. Clara you know.
Clara Clayton: Hi, Marty.
Marty McFly: Ma'am!
Doc: These are our boys: Jules, and Verne!
[they walk out as Doc introduces them]
Doc: Boys, this is Marty and Jennifer.
[they wave at them and Marty and Jennifer wave back]
Young Doc: The clothes fit?
Marty McFly: Yeah. Everything except the boots, Doc. They're kinda tight. I don't know, you sure this stuff is authentic?
Young Doc: Of course! Haven't you ever seen a Western?
Marty McFly: [coming out in a ridiculous sequin getup] Yeah, I have, Doc, and Clint Eastwood never wore anything like this.
Young Doc: Clint who?
Marty McFly: [seeing posters for "Tarantula" and "Revenge of the Creature" - movies Eastwood made before his big acting break four years later] That's right. You haven't heard of him yet.
Bartender: [after Doc passed out as Marty is trying to revive him] You wanna sober him up in a hurry, son, you're gonna have to use something a lot stronger than coffee.
Marty McFly: Yeah, what do you suggest?
Bartender: Joey! Let's make some "wake-up juice"!
Doc: You know, when I was a kid, I always wanted to be a cowboy. And now, knowing I'm gonna spend my future in the past, sounds like a wonderful way to spend my retirement years. It just occurred to me, Marty, since I end up in 1885, perhaps I'm now in the history books. I wonder... could I go to the library and look myself up in the old newspaper archives?
Marty McFly: I don't know, Doc. But you're the one that's always saying, you know, it's not good to know too much about your own destiny.
Doc: You're right, Marty. I know too much already. Better that I not attempt to uncover the circumstances of my own future.
Marty McFly: You know, Doc, it's gonna be a hell of a long walk back to Hill Valley from here.
Doc: Still the safest plan. After all, we can't risk sending you back into a populated area, or to a spot that's geographically unknown. You don't want to crash into some that once existed in the past. This is all completely open country, so you'll have plenty of run-off space when you arrive. Remember, where you're going, there are no roads. There's a small cave over there that will be a perfect place to hide the time vehicle.
Doc: 1885! Amazing! I actually end up as a blacksmith in the Old West.
Marty McFly: Pretty heavy, huh?
Doc: [continuing with the letter] "I have buried the DeLorean in the abandoned Delgado Mine, adjacent to the old Boot Hill Cemetery as shown on the enclosed map. Hopefully, it should remain undisturbed and preserved until you uncover it in 1955. Inside, you will find repair instructions. My 1955 counterpart..." - that's me - "... should have no problem repairing it so that you can drive it back to the future. Once you have returned to 1985, destroy the time machine." Destroy it?
Marty McFly: Yeah, well, it's a long story, Doc.
Doc: "Do not - I repeat, do not - attempt to come back here to get me. I am perfectly happy living in the fresh air and wide-open spaces, and I fear that unnecessary time travel only risks further disruption of the space/time continuum. And please take care of Einstein for me." Einstein?
Marty McFly: He's your dog, Doc. Einstein. It's what you call your dog in 1985.
Marty McFly: Don't you remember last night? You fainted. I brought you home.
Doc: This can't be happening! You can't be here! It doesn't make sense for you to be here! I refuse to even believe that you are here!
[going into the bathroom, he slams the door shut]
Marty McFly: Doc, I am here, and it does make sense. Look, I came back to 1955 again with you, the you from 1985, 'cause we had to get a book from Biff. So once I got the book back, you - that is, the you from 1985 - were in the DeLorean and it got struck by lightning, and got sent back to 1885!
[opening the door]
Doc: It's a very interesting story, future boy, but there's just one little thing that doesn't make sense. If the me of the future is now in the past, how could you possibly know about it?
Marty McFly: [holding it up] You sent me a letter.
Doc: [reading the letter from his future self] "The overload shorted out the time circuits and destroyed the flying circuits. Unfortunately, the car will never fly again." It actually flew?
Marty McFly: [sarcastic] Yeah. Well, you had a hover conversion done in the early 21st century.
Doc: [the sarcasm goes right over his head] Incredible!
Doc: Date: Sunday, November 13, 1955, 7:01 a.m. Last night's time-travel experiment was apparently a complete success. Lightning struck the clock tower at precisely 10:04 p.m., sending the necessary 1.21 gigawatts into the time vehicle, which vanished in a brilliant flash of light, leaving a pair of fire trails behind.
[as he talks, Marty wakes up in the background and collects Doc's dried-off letter from 1885]
Doc: I therefore assume that Marty and the time vehicle were transported forward through time into the year 1985. After that... after that, I can't recall what happened. In fact, I don't even remember how I got home. Perhaps the gigawatt discharge, coupled with the temporal displacement field generated by the time vehicle, caused a disruption of my own brain waves, resulting in a condition of momentary amnesia. Indeed, I now recall that moments after the time vehicle disappeared into the future... I saw a vision of Marty say he had come back from the future.
Marty McFly: [telling Doc about falling in love with Jennifer] God, Jennifer! Damn! I hope she's all right, Doc. I can't believe we just left her there on the porch.
Doc: Don't worry, Marty. She'll be fine. When you burned the almanac in 1955, the normal timeline was restored. That means once we're back in 1985, you just have to go over to her house and wake her up.
Clara Clayton: What's wrong?
Doc: I've come to say goodbye.
Clara Clayton: Goodbye? Well, where are you going?
Doc: I'm going away and, well, I'm afraid I'll never see you again.
Clara Clayton: Emmett.
Doc: Clara, I want you to know that I care about you deeply, but I realize that I don't belong here, and I have to go back to where I came from.
Clara Clayton: And where might that be?
Doc: I can't tell you.
Clara Clayton: Well, then wherever you're going, take me with you.
Doc: I can't, Clara. I wish it didn't have to be this way, but just believe me when I tell you that I'll never forget you and that I love you.
Clara Clayton: I don't understand what you're trying to say.
Doc: Clara, I don't think there's any way that you *can* understand it.
Clara Clayton: Please, Emmett, please. I-I have to know. If-If you sincerely do love me, then tell me the truth.
Doc: All right, then. I'm from the future. I came here in a time machine that I invented, and tomorrow I have to go back to the year 1985.
Clara Clayton: Yes, Emmett. I do understand. I understand that, because you know I'm partial to the writings of Jules Verne, you concocted those mendacities in order to take advantage of me!
Clara Clayton: Oh, I've heard some whoppers in my day, but the fact that you'd expect me to entertain a notion like that is so insulting and degrading! All you had to say is "I don't love you and and I don't want to see you anymore". That, at least, would have been respectful!
Doc: But that's not the truth.
Doc: Once more, let's go over the entire plan and layout. I apologize for the crudity of this model, but I just...
Marty McFly: Yeah, I know, Doc. It's not to scale. It's okay, Doc.
Doc: All right. Tomorrow night - Sunday - we'll load the DeLorean onto the tracks here on the spur, right by the old abandoned silver mine. The switch track is where the spur runs off the main line three miles out to Clayton... Shonash Ravine. The train leaves the station at 8:00 Monday morning. We'll stop it here, uncouple the cars from the tender, throw the switch track and then we'll hijack... *borrow* the locomotive and use it to push the time machine. According to my calculations, we'll reach 88 miles per hour just before we hit the edge of the ravine. At which point, we'll be instantaneously transported back to 1985 and coast safely across the completed bridge.
Marty McFly: What does this mean? "Point of no return"?
Doc: That's our fail-safe point. Up until there, we still have enough time to stop the locomotive before it plunges into the ravine. But once we pass this windmill, it's the future or bust.
Doc: [looking at the picture of his tombstone] "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of $80?" September 7? That's this Monday! Now I wish I'd paid him off. And who's this "beloved Clara"? I don't know anyone named Clara.
Marty McFly: I don't know, Doc. I thought maybe she was a girlfriend of yours.
Doc: Marty! My involvement in such a social relationship here in 1885 could result in a disruption of the space/time continuum. As a scientist, I can never take that risk. Certainly not after what we've already been through.
Doc: [after a complicated contraption produces a single ice cube] Iced tea?
Marty McFly: No, thanks.
[looking at the machine in awe]
Marty McFly: It's a refrigerator.
Marty McFly: Hey, look at that. The tombstone.
Doc: Marty, let me see that photograph again.
[Marty hands it over]
Doc: My name. It's vanished!
Marty McFly: Hey, that's great, Doc! Don't you get it? We're going back to the future tomorrow, so everything's being erased.
Doc: But only my name is erased. The tombstone itself and the dates still remain. That doesn't make sense. We know that this photograph represents what will happen if the events of today continue to run their course into tomorrow.
Marty McFly: I'm not really feeling up to this today, so I'm gonna have to forfeit.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Forfeit. FORFEIT?
[to his gang]
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: What's that mean?
Buford's Gang Member #1: Um... it means that you win without a fight.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Without shooting? He can't do tha...
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Hey, you can't do that!
Seamus McFly: Why, Mr. Eastwood. Nice to see you. I see you got yourself some respectable clothes, lad, and a fine hat.
Marty McFly: Yeah, well, a couple of people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: I told you to watch your back, Smithy.
Doc: Tannen. But you're early.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: It's a Derringer, Smithy. Small, but effective. Last time I used it, fella took two whole days to die. Bled to death inside. It was real, real painful. That means you'll be dead by about suppertime Monday.
Clara Clayton: Excuse me. I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Well, looky what we have here. Ain't you gonna introduce me to the lady? I'd like a dance.
Doc: I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll just have to go ahead and shoot.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [putting his gun to Doc's throat] All right.
Clara Clayton: No, no. Emmett, I'll dance with him.
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly.
Doc: [at the clock tower dedication ceremony] You know, Marty, in a way it's fitting that you and I are here to witness this.
Marty McFly: It's too bad I didn't bring my camera.
[an old-school camera flash goes off nearby]
Photographer: [a few moments later] Ready, gentlemen?
Doc: [taking their places in front of the clock face] The only problem is, we'll never be able to show it to anybody.
Mayor Hubert: You remember last week at the town meeting when you volunteered to meet the new schoolteacher at the station when she came in?
Doc: Oh, yes, quite so.
Mayor Hubert: Well, we just got word. She's comin' in tomorrow. Here are the details for you. Thanks for all your help.
Doc: Anytime, Hubert!
Mayor Hubert: Oh! Her name's Ms. Clayton. Clara Clayton.
Marty McFly: [Doc's eyes widen] Well, Doc, now we know who Clara is.
Doc: Marty! It's impossible. The idea that I could fall in love at first sight is romantic nonsense. There's no scientific rationale for that.
Doc: Marty, what are you doing, saying you're gonna meet Tannen?
Marty McFly: Hey, Doc, Doc, don't worry about it. Monday morning, 8:00 a.m. We're gonna be gone, right?
Doc: Theoretically, yes, but what if the train's late?
Marty McFly: Late?
Doc: We'll discuss this later.
Marty McFly: No, we'll discuss it now. Late? What do you mean?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: You hear me, runt? I said that's ten, you gutless, yellow pie-slinger!
Marty McFly: [seeing everyone looking at him] He's an asshole! I don't care what Tannen says! And I don't care what anybody else says, either.
[Doc stands up]
Marty McFly: Doc! Doc, you okay?
Doc: [holding his head] I think so. Whoa! What a headache.
Lorraine McFly: [returning from 1885, Marty arrives at home] Marty, what's wrong? We thought you went to the lake.
Linda McFly: You wore that to the lake?
Marty McFly: Thank God. You guys are all back to normal.
Dave McFly: Hey, Marty, who are you supposed to be, Clint Eastwood?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: [shooting at Marty after being called "Mad Dog"] Dance! Come on! Come on, runt! You can dance better than that!
Marty McFly: [moonwalking, humming to himself] Billie Jean is not my lover...
Saloon Old-Timer #1: [watching him] Shit!
Marty McFly: Whoo!
[doing a Michael Jackson spin, he jumps onto a loose floorboard, sending a spittoon into the air, dumping tobacco spit all over Buford; Buford raises his gun, but the hammer falls on empty chambers]
Saloon Old-Timer #2: You better run, squirrel.
Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood. I just need your measurement.
Marty McFly: Aw, look, pal. I don't wanna buy a suit.
Undertaker: [chuckles] No. This is for your coffin.
Marty McFly: [realizing what is going on] My coffin?
Undertaker: Well, the odds are running 2 to 1 against you. Might as well be prepared.
Young Doc: Well, good luck for both of our sakes. See you in the future.
Marty McFly: You mean the past.
Young Doc: Exactly!
Marty McFly: [TV Version] Yeah. You think I was stupid enough to race that butthead?
Marty McFly: Oh Doc, I tore a hole in the gas tank. We'll have to patch it up and get gas.
Doc: You mean we're out of gas?
Marty McFly: Yeah, no big deal, we got Mr. Fusion, right?
Doc: Mr. Fusion powers the time circuits and the flux capacitor. But the internal combustion engine runs on ordinary gasoline, it always has. There's not going to be a gas station around here until sometime in the next century. Without gasoline, we can't get the DeLorean up to 88 miles per hour.
[Marty is about to drive the time machine into the year 1885 to save the 1985 Doc Brown while the 1955 Doc Brown is using a pistol like a racing starter]
Young Doc: Ready Marty?
Marty McFly: READY!
Young Doc: Set!
[Doc pulls the trigger of the pistol. Marty drives the Delorean forward, picking up speed]
Young Doc: [screaming jubilantly, with his arms up] VAYA CON DIOS!
Marshall Strickland: [interrupts a standoff between Marty and Buford] All right now, break it up. What's all this about? You causing trouble here, Tannen?
Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen: No trouble, Marshall. Just a little personal matter between me and Eastwood!
Festival Man #1: [shaking Marty's hand] You sure set him straight, Mr. Eastwood. I'm glad somebody finally got the gumption to stand up to that son of a bitch.
Festival Man #2: [also walking up to Marty] You're all right in my book, Mr. Eastwood. I'd like to buy you a drink.
Doc: [after Marty defeats Buford, Doc points at the broken tombstone] Look!
[Marty pulls out the photograph just in time to see the tombstone in the picture vanish completely]
[they hear the train whistle blowing]
Doc: The train!
Marty McFly: Can we make it?
Doc: We'll have to cut em' off at Coyote Pass.
[they jump back on their horses]
Boy with Gun: Hey! Hey, mister. Mr. Eastwood!
[runs up to Marty]
Boy with Gun: Here's your gun, mister.
[hands it to him]
Marty McFly: Thanks, kid.