Doc: No it can't be you I just sent you back to the future! Marty: I know, you just sent me back, but I'm back...I'm back from the future. Doc: Great scott!

DOC: If the me of the future is now in the past, how could you possibly know about it? MARTY: You sent me a letter.

MARTY: ...he was quick on the trigger and bragged that he killed 12 men not including Indians or chinamen.

MARTY: Yeah everything except the boots. They're kind of tight. Are you sure these things are athentic? DOC: Of course, haven't you ever seen a western?  MARTY:  Yeah I have Doc, and clint Eastwood never wore anything like this. DOC: Clint who?

MARTY: Doc, if I head toward that screen, I'll crash into those Indians." DOC: Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionaly.

MARTY: Shit the Calvary.

MARTY: Indians!

S MCFLY:  Maggie, fetch some water, we have a hurt man here!

MAGGIE: What might your name be sir? MARTY: It's Clint uh, Clint, Clint Eastwood?

S MCFLY:  I'll tell you what I'll do Mr Eastwood...I'll help you find your blacksmith friend.  You can stay the night in the barn. Then tomorrow I'll take you as far as the railroad tracks you can follow them straight into town. I'll even give you a hat.

DOC:  I will look on you with fond memories warm feeelings and a special place in my heart. You're friend in ti me, doc Emmet L Brown. I never knew I could write anything so touching. MARTY: I know Doc It's beautiful. DOC: It's okay Capernicus everything will be all right.

MARTY:  It's all my fault your stuck back there, I never should have let Biff get to me. DOC: There are plenty of worse places to be stuck, I might have ended up in the dark ages. They probably would've burned me to the stake as a heritic or something.

DOC: No wonder this curuit failed it says made in Japan. MARTY: what are you talking about Doc, all the best stuff is made in Japan. DOC: Unbelieveable.

MARTY: Bufford Tannen, a Natorious gunmen, whose short temper and a tendsy to drool earned him the nick name mad dog.

It's Howdy dudey time!

Doc, I'm gonna slip you the hoverboard!  

Manure, I hate manure!

We have ourselves a new court house, high time we had a hanging!

MARTY: It will hit you just like lightening. DOC: Marty please don't say that.

MARTY: First McFly Born in America. And you peed on me.

Oh the Future, I can tell you about the future.

Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

(blast from the train) CLARA: Golly.

What's your name dude? MARTY: clint. Uh Clint, Clint Eastwood. BUFFORD: What kind of stupid name is that?

Frisbe...farout.

Where did you learn to shoot like that? MARTY: Seven eleven.

You mean we're out of gas?

It's not going to happen Doc. After you fix the time circuits and put new tires on the Delorean I'm going back to 1885 and I'm bringing you home.

DOC: See you in the future. MARTY: you mean the past. DOC: Exactly.

MARTY: Hey lighten up jerk.

BUFFORD: Whats wrong dude, you yellow?

BARTENDER: When he drinks this, he'll be sober as a priest on Sunday.

MARTY: He's an asshole. I don't care what Tannen says I don't care what anybody else says either.

DOC: The only thing I really miss here is Tylonol.

DAVE MCFLY: Hey Marty who are you supposed to be, Clint Eastwood?