*looks up* "Oh. Clara is one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googleplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost for all of time."
"I can assure you, sir, there are other women. Why, if peddling this barbed wire all across the country has taught me one thing, certainly, it's that you never know what the future might bring."
"I can assure you, sir, there are other women. Why, if peddling this barbed wire all across the country has taught me one thing, certainly, it's that you never know what the future might bring."
*laughs* "Oh, the future. Oh, I can tell you about the future."
"Oh...man, did I sleep. What time is it Doc? Doc?" *notices Doc is gone, looks at photograph and sees a name beginning to appear, panics and gets on a horse*
"Oh...man, did I sleep. What time is it Doc? Doc?" *notices Doc is gone, looks at photograph and sees a name beginning to appear, panics and gets on a horse*
*kicks goon in the stomach* "Wake up! Get up! I got me a runt to kill."
*cut to Doc still in saloon holding glass of whiskey* *explaining* "And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles."
Comments
"Sarsaparilla?"
"Whiskey, Chester."
"Whiskey?" *concerned* "Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the fourth of July."
"Whiskey."
"Okay, I ain't your papa." *gets bottle* "Just don't want to see you do the wrong thing." *pours drink*
"You can leave the bottle." *picks up glass*
"It's a woman, right? I knew it, I've seen that look so many times all over the country. All I can tell you friend is, you'll get over her."
(Title drop is referring to the times that the title of the movie, tv show, or game is mentioned in said movie, tv show, or game)
*looks up* "Oh. Clara is one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googleplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost for all of time."
"I can assure you, sir, there are other women. Why, if peddling this barbed wire all across the country has taught me one thing, certainly, it's that you never know what the future might bring."
*laughs* "Oh, the future. Oh, I can tell you about the future."
*cut to Marty still sleeping outside*
"Oh...man, did I sleep. What time is it Doc? Doc?" *notices Doc is gone, looks at photograph and sees a name beginning to appear, panics and gets on a horse*
*kicks goon in the stomach* "Wake up! Get up! I got me a runt to kill."
*reeling from getting kicked* "It's still early, Boss! What's your hurry?"
*snarls* "I'm hungry."
*cut to Doc still in saloon holding glass of whiskey* *explaining* "And in the future, we don't need horses. We have motorized carriages called automobiles."
*laughing* "If everybody's got one of these auto whatsits, does anybody walk or run anymore?"
"Of course we run, but for recreation, for fun."
*all three saloon occupants are laughing in disbelief* "Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?"
*rides back to stable* "Doc! Doc!" *runs towards saloon*
*conversation between saloon occupant and Chester* "How much has he had?"
"None. That's the first one, he hasn't touched it yet. He just likes to hold it."
*runs into saloon and goes up to Doc* "Doc! Doc, what are you doin'?"
"I've lost her, Marty. There's nothing left for me here."
"All right, well, that's why you gotta come back with me."
"Where?"
"Back to the future!"
(Four.)
*snaps out of being sad* "Right! Let's get going!" *slams glass on table*
*pulls hat down* "Great."
"Gentlemen, excuse me, but my friend and I have to catch a train."
*three saloon occupants toast to Doc* "Here's to ya, blacksmith!"
"And to the future."
"Amen!"
"Amen!" *grabs glass and drinks*
"Emmett, no!" *Doc collapses on floor*
"Doc! Doc, Doc!" *brushes glass off of him and turns him over* "Come on, Doc. Wake up! Wake up, Doc! How many did he have?"
"Just the one."
*unimpressed* "Just the one? Come on, Doc!"
"There's a fella who can't hold his liquor!"
"Get me some coffee, black."
*yells* "Joey, coffee!"
*hears clock chime and looks over*
*cut to Buford and his goons on their way*
*cut again to the train station*
"Ma'am?"
"How far does the 8 o'clock train go?"
"San Fransisco's the end of the line."
*slightly sad tone* "I'll take a one-way ticket."
*cut to saloon*
"You wanna sober him up in hurry, son, you're gonna have to use somethin' a lot stronger than coffee."
*frustrated* "Yeah, what do you suggest?"