*Steps aside and waves Tannen and his goons through* "Have fun!"
*watches Buford leave and rests shotgun against stomach*
*talks to boy on horse next to him* "So that's how you handle 'em son. Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word: Discipline."
*watches Buford leave and rests shotgun against stomach*
*talks to boy on horse next to him* "So that's how you handle 'em son. Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word: Discipline."
"It's a Derringer smithy. Last time I used it, fella took two whole days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. That means you'll be dead by about supper time Monday."
"It's a Derringer smithy. Last time I used it, fella took two whole days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. That means you'll be dead by about supper time Monday."
"Excuse me, I don't know who you think you are but we're dancing."
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*straight face* "The only party I'll be smilin' at is the one that sees you at then end of a rope."
*Steps aside and waves Tannen and his goons through* "Have fun!"
*watches Buford leave and rests shotgun against stomach*
*talks to boy on horse next to him* "So that's how you handle 'em son. Never give 'em an inch, and maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word: Discipline."
"I will pa."
*pats hand*
*cut to Doc and Clara finishing a dance*
*some of Buford's goons grab something from an innocent bystander who complains, stops Buford before he goes into the saloon*
"Buford, there he is!"
(Actually, this part comes a bit later. Marty talks to Seamus and Maggie first.)
*walks up to table and finds Marty* "Why, Mr. Eastwood! Nice to see ya. Well, I see you've found some respectable clothes, lad, and a fine hat."
(Damn, you're right.)
"Yeah well, a couple of people didn't like the way the other one looked on me."
"Sure'n that one suits you, Mr. Eastwood. It's very becomin'."
"Well thanks." *picks up the pie plate, reading it* "Hey, Frisbie! Far out!"
*Marty turns around*
"What was the meanin' of that?"
"It was right in front of him."
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"Aye."
*Doc and Clara finish dance*
*points* "There he is, Buford!"
*looks over* "Where?"
"There! Dancing with that piece of calico."
"What're you gonna do, Boss?"
*pulls a Derringer from under hat* "I figure I bury this muzzle deep enough in his back, nobody'll ever hear the shot."
"Careful, Buford, you ain't got but one bullet with that."
"I only need one."
*cut to Doc and Clara still dancing*
*Buford shows up*
*puts gun against Doc's back* "I told you to watch your back, smithy."
*surprised* "Tannen! But you're early..."
"It's a Derringer smithy. Last time I used it, fella took two whole days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. That means you'll be dead by about supper time Monday."
"Excuse me, I don't know who you think you are but we're dancing."
*leers* "Well lookie what we have here. Ain'tcha gonna introduce me to the lady, I'd like a dance!"
*turns around with scowl on face* "I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll just have to go ahead and shoot."
*gasps when Buford places gun underneath Doc's chin* "No! No! Emmett, I'll dance with him! Emmett, I'll dance with him."
*gets thrown backwards and grabbed by Burford's goons*
"Boys, keep that blacksmith company while I get acquainted with this filly. Ye-Hoo! Ha! Yeah!"
*Clara and Buford 'dance' *
"I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand."
"Oh, you'll learn. You'll learn. Y'know smithy, maybe I'll just take my 80 dollars worth out of her!"
*struggles against goons* "Damn it, leave her alone!"
"Whoo! I'll bet there's somethin you can do that's worth 80 dollars."
"I believe you've underestimated me, mister."
"Oh have I, now?"
*kicks Buford in the shin*
"Gah!! OW!" *shoves Clara to the ground*
*tries to run forward but struggles against Buford's goons* "Gah! Stop it!"
*Marty notices commotion*
*still struggling against goons* "Damn you, Tannen!"
"No. I damn you." *aims Derringer, Buford's goons scramble away from Doc* "I damn you to Hell!"