![]() 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!.
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |