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.