Hey, McFly!
Thought I done told you never to come in...
Hey, you ain't Seamus McFly.
You look like him, though, especially with that dog-ugly hat.
[Laughing]
You kin to that hay barber? What's your name, dude?
Uh, Mart...
Eastwood.
Clint Eastwood.
[Laughs] What kind of stupid name is that?
I'd say he's the runt of the litter. Hey, now.
Boys, would you take a look-see at these pearly whites!
Hell, I ain't seen teeth that straight that weren't store-bought.
Take a gander at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them?
What's that writin'mean? "Neekay," what is that?
Some sort of Injun talk or somethin'? [Laughing]
Bartender,
I'm lookin' for that no-good, cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?
No, sir, Mr. Tannen. I have not.
Tannen? You're Mad Dog Tannen.
Mad Dog? I hate that name.
I hate it! You hear?
Nobody calls me "Mad Dog"!
Especially not some duded-up, egg-suckin' gutter trash!
- [Gasps] - Dance!
- Aaghh! - Come on!
Come on, runt!
- You can dance better than that! - [Men Laughing]
[Marty Muttering Rhythmically]
[Continues Muttering]
Shit!
Whoo!
Ooh.
[Hammer Clicks]
[Empty Chambers Clicking]
[Gasping] You better run, squirrel.
Aaah! Get 'im!