Gang Member 2: Take a look, see these pearly whites! I ain't seen teeth that straight weren't store bought.

Gang Member 3: Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? What's that writing mean? (reading the "Nike" on Marty's trainers) Neekay...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?

Chester begins pouring out whiskey for Buford, but with a little help from his gun barrel Buford stops him.

Buford: Bartender, I'm looking for that no good cheating blacksmith. You seen him?

Chester: (scared) No, sir, Mr Tannen, I have not.

Marty realises who Buford is now.

Marty: (to himself) Tannen. (to Buford) You're Mad Dog Tannen.

Buford: Mad Dog?

Chester, the Old Timers and everyone else in the saloon hides, except Marty who doesn't know what's going on.

Buford: I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog! 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, guttertrash.

Buford shoots at Marty's feet. Marty manages to jump out of the way in time.

Marty: Argh!

Buford: Dance!

He fires at Marty again.

Buford: Come on!

He fires at Marty again, whilst the Gang Members laugh hysterically.

Buford: Come on, runt, you can dance better than that!

So Marty does. He dances - the Moonwalk.

Marty: Uh... uh... Billy Jean is not my lover - whoo!

Marty jumps onto the end of a wooden plank. On the other end are barrels - and they fly through the air, landing on Buford! Very angry, Buford pulls out his gun again and shoots Marty - but luckily for Marty Buford is out of ammo! Marty tries to get out, tripping by the Old Timer's table.

Old Timer 1: You better run, squirrel!

Buford: Y'all get him!!!

Marty climbs over tables and chairs and gets past Buford by swinging over the chandelier. Once back on the ground, he runs out, chased by Buford and his gang, who get on their horses.