Tannen. But you're early.

It's a Derringer, Smithy. Small but effective.

Last time I used it, the fella took two whole days to die.

Bled to death inside. It was real, real painful. [Laughing]

That means you'll be dead by about supper time Monday.

Excuse me. I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing.

Well, looky what we have here.

Ain't you going to introduce me to the lady? I'd like a dance.

I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll just have to shoot.

All right. No, no. Emmett, I'll dance with him.

Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly!

Yeow! Ha, ha!

Yeah! Uhhh!

[Tannen Laughing]

I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.

Oh, you'll learn. You'll learn.

You know, Smithy, maybe I'll just take my $80 worth out of her!

Leave her alone!

Whoo! [Sinister Laugh]

Yeah. I bet there's somethin' you can do that's worth $80.

I believe you've underestimated me, mister.

Oh, have I, now?

Ohh! Ohh!

[Groans]

[Doc Grunting] Stop it!

Damn you, Tannen! No. I damn you.

[Pistol Cocks]

[Tannen] I damn you to hell!

You.

Hey, lighten up, jerk!

Mighty strong words, runt.

You man enough to back 'em up with more than just a pie plate?

Look, just leave my friends alone.

Oh, what's wrong, dude? You yellow?

[Men Chuckling] That's what I thought.

Ayellow-belly.

Nobody calls me yellow.

[Baby Squealing] Then let's finish it...

right now.

Uh, not now, Buford. Marshal's got our guns.

Like I said, we'll finish this tomorrow.

Tomorrow we're robbing the Pine City stage.

What about Monday? We doin' anything Monday?

Uh, no. Monday'd be fine.

You can kill him on Monday. I'll be back on Monday.

We'll settle this then,

right there out in the street,

in front of the Palace Saloon.

Yeah, right. When?

High noon? Noon?

I do my killin' before breakfast.

7:00.

8:00.

I do my killing after breakfast.

[Doc Whispers] Marty!