Jennifer: Doctor Brown, I brought this note back from the future and now it's erased. Barfly 3: Run for fun? What the hell kinda fun is that?! We have motorized carriages called "automobiles." Barfly 3: If everybody's got one of these auto-whats-its, does anybody walk or run any more? Doc: Of course we run, but for recreation. and now I may have seriously altered history.ĭoc: In the future, we don't need horses. Doc: Great Scott! Then she was supposed to go over in that wagon. Doc: A hundred years ago? That's this year! Marty: Every kid in school knows that story 'cause we all have teachers we'd like to see fall into the ravine. They say she fell in there a hundred years ago. Marty: Clayton Ravine was named after a teacher. Doc: What idiot dressed you in that outfit? Marty: You did. You walk around town dressed like that, you're liable to get shot. Doc: Marty, you're going to have to do something about those clothes. 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! Marty: That's the $80! Doc: Look! If your horse threw his shoe, bring him back, and I'll re-shoe him! Buford: I done shot that horse! Doc: Well, that's your problem, Tannen! Buford: Wrong! That's yours. So, the way I figure it, blacksmith, you owe me $5 for the whiskey and $75 for the horse. Doc: Well, since you never paid me for the job, I say that makes us even! Buford: Wrong! See, I was on my horse when he threw the shoe and I got thrown off! And that caused me to bust a perfectly good bottle of fine Kentucky red-eye. And seein' as you was the one who done the shoein', I say that makes you responsible. Doc: How do you figure? Buford: My horse threw his shoe. Doc: Exactly!īuford: You owe me money, blacksmith. Doc: "Shot in the back by Buford Tannen over a matter of $80." What kind of a future do you call that?!ĭoc: Well, good luck. "Died September 7th, 1885." That's one week after you wrote the letter! "Erected in memory by his beloved Clara." Who the hell is Clara? Doc: Marty, please don't stand there! Marty: Oh, right! Sorry, I better get another picture. Doc: Oh, Great Scott! Marty: Check this out. And you peed on me.ĭialogue Marty: DOC!! DOC!! Come here, quick! Doc: What's wrong, Marty? You look like you've seen a ghost. It'll shoot the fleas off a dog's back at 500 yards, Tannen! And it's pointed straight at your head!.