Maggie McFly: I hope you're considering your own future, Mr. Eastwood.
Marty McFly: I think about it all the time.
Marty McFly: Doc! Doc! Come quick!
Young Doc: What's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost.
Marty McFly: You're not far off.
After as you get the time circuits fixed and put new tires on the DeLorean, I'm going back to 1885, and I'm bringing you home.Marty McFly
Gun salesman: Young man, young man! I'd like you to have this new Colt Peacemaker and gun belt. Free of charge.
Marty McFly: Free?
Gun salesman: I want everyone to know that the gun that shot Buford Tannen was a Colt Peacemaker.
Marty McFly: Hey, no problem. Thanks a lot!
Gun salesman: Of course, you understand, that if you lose I'm taking it back.
I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.Clara Clayton
Young Doc: Well, good luck for both our sakes. You've made a real difference in my life. See you in the future.
Marty McFly: You mean the past?
Young Doc: Exactly.
Young Doc: All you got to do is drive directly toward that screen accelerating up to 88 miles an hour.
Marty McFly: Wait a minute, Doc. It I go driving straight towards that screen, I'm gonna crash into those Indians.
Young Doc: Marty, you're not thinking fourth dimensionally. You'll soon enough be transferred back into 1885, and those Indians won't even be there.
Doc: Each detonation will be accompanied by a sudden burst of acceleration. Hopefully, we'll hit 88 mph, before the needle gets much past 2000.
Marty McFly: Why, what happens when it hits 2000?
Doc: The whole boiler explodes.
Marty McFly: Perfect!
Undertaker: Excuse me, Mr. Eastwood. I just need your measurement.
Marty McFly: Hey. Look, buddy. I do'nt want to buy a suit.
Undertaker: No. This is for your coffin.
Marty McFly: My coffin?
Undertaker: Well, the odds are running 2 to 1 against you. Might as well be prepared.
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, my, my... who are you?
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.
Listen up, Eastwood! I intend to shoot somebody today and I'd prefer it to be you. But if you're just too damn yellow, I guess it'll just have to be a blacksmith.Buford "Mad Dog" Tannen