*guy in background starts talking, holding a gun* "Step right up, gentlemen, and test your mettle with the latest product from Colonel Samuel Colt's Patent Firearms Manufacturing Company of Hartford, Connecticut." *keeps talking in background*
*attention shifts to the gun booth*
(I'll take Clara this time. Makes it fair.)
*Clara is seen wandering around, greeting others occasionally*
"Aw, no. No thanks." *turns around* "Hey, Doc..." *sees him dancing with Clara* "Doc can dance?"
"Son. Son! Son!!" *taps Marty's arm with the gun* "Hey, hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon, now surely you're not afraid to try somethin a baby can do."
"Son. Son! Son!!" *taps Marty's arm with the gun* "Hey, hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon, now surely you're not afraid to try somethin a baby can do."
"Well come on then, step over here like a man." *puts the gun in Marty's left hand* "Now, just ease that hammer back and squeeze that trigger real slow." *stops Marty when he tries to switch hands* "No no. Now just go on and be real smooth." *Marty shoots, wildly missing any target* "Oh ho ho ho ho!"
"Well come on then, step over here like a man." *puts the gun in Marty's left hand* "Now, just ease that hammer back and squeeze that trigger real slow." *stops Marty when he tries to switch hands* "No no. Now just go on and be real smooth." *Marty shoots, wildly missing any target* "Oh ho ho ho ho!"
*turns around for a brief moment* "Listen, can I try that again?"
*gang rides forward, only to be stopped by the sheriff's deputy* "You gentlemen'll have to check your firearms if you wanna join in on the festivities."
*gang rides forward, only to be stopped by the sheriff's deputy* "You gentlemen'll have to check your firearms if you wanna join in on the festivities."
*laughs* "Who's going to make us, Tenderfoot? You?"
I'm going to have to call it a night. A big thank you to both Lugia (If you want me to call you something else, let me know.) and ShadowKnight for being such great sports.
I'm going to have to call it a night. A big thank you to both Lugia (If you want me to call you something else, let me know.) and ShadowKnight for being such great sports.
You're welcome! I'm also going to call it a night.
And Lugia's fine.
Geez guys. I pop in a few days later, and next thing I know, you have already quoted half of BTTF 3 already! Man, talk about dedication. Hell, this thread has already doubled in size! I like it. Keep it up.
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*attention shifts to the gun booth*
(I'll take Clara this time. Makes it fair.)
*Clara is seen wandering around, greeting others occasionally*
(Alright, in that case...)
*notices Clara*
*notices Doc and smiles*
*smiles back, walks over, takes off hat, and gives a small bow* "Good evening."
"Evening."
*looks at her* "You look very nice."
That's kinda the point of a quote thread.
Well, this IS a quotes thread and no one's stopping you from putting in random lines from the franchise.
The thread's been dead for a while so we weren't hurting anyone.
*flattered* "Thank you." *awkward pause*
*decides what to do next, notices Clara clapping her hands* "Would you like, uh... *tries to figure out what to say* "Would you care to, to, uh..."
ShadowKnight and Martin are right, and I think it's kind of interesting to see how long this keeps going.
*answers, knowing what he's implying* "I'd love to."
*angles arm for Clara to hold*
*takes arm and goes to dance floor with Doc*
*as they angle into the crowd, the gun salesman pegs Marty*
"C'mon son, why don't ya give it a try?"
"Aw, no. No thanks." *turns around* "Hey, Doc..." *sees him dancing with Clara* "Doc can dance?"
"Son. Son! Son!!" *taps Marty's arm with the gun* "Hey, hey! I just told you that even a baby can handle this weapon, now surely you're not afraid to try somethin a baby can do."
"Yeah, I'm not afraid or nothin'."
"Well come on then, step over here like a man." *puts the gun in Marty's left hand* "Now, just ease that hammer back and squeeze that trigger real slow." *stops Marty when he tries to switch hands* "No no. Now just go on and be real smooth." *Marty shoots, wildly missing any target* "Oh ho ho ho ho!"
*turns around for a brief moment* "Listen, can I try that again?"
*chuckles* "Sure go ahead."
*switches hands and shoots targets with extreme precision before twirling the gun around and offering it back to booth manager*
*takes gun* "Hey, just tell me one thing: Where'd you learn to shoot like that?"
*casually* "Seven eleven."
*cut to Buford and his gang riding into town* "Buford, you sure that blacksmith's gonna be a this here shindig?
"Sure he's here. Everybody's here tonight."
*gang rides forward, only to be stopped by the sheriff's deputy* "You gentlemen'll have to check your firearms if you wanna join in on the festivities."
*laughs* "Who's going to make us, Tenderfoot? You?"
*shotgun cocks behind Buford and barrel points to him* "I am."
*looks over* "Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you'se were back in town."
You're welcome!
And Lugia's fine.
"If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read this." *taps barrel of shotgun*
"Pretty tough hombre when you're pointin a scattergun at a man's back!"
"Just like you Tannen, i take every advantage i can get. Now are you gonna check your iron?"
"I was just jokin with your deputy. Of course I'm gonna check my iron. We all were, weren't we boys?!"
"Yeah, right!" *gives gun to guy at table*
"Tannen. Your knife too."
*pulls kinfe from boot, throws at table*
*guy at table looks up*
"Smile Marshall. After all, this is a party."