Buford: You.
Marty: Hey lighten up, jerk!
Buford: Mighty strong words, runt! You man enough to back them up with more than just a pie plate?!
Marty: Look, just leave my friends alone.
Buford: What's wrong, dude, you yellow?! That's what I think you, yellow belly.
Marty: Nobody, calls me yellow.
Baby William: (squealing)
Buford: Let's finish it, right now!
Stubble: Uh, not now, Buford, Marshal's got our guns.
Buford: Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow!
Buck: Tomorrow we're robbing the Pine City Stage.