Marty: Hey lighten up Jerk!
Mad Dog: Mighty strong words runt!

Mad Dog: Eight o'clock monday morning runt. If you ain't here, I'll hunt you down and shoot you like a duck.
His gang member: It's dog Buford...

Maggie: Of course I'm hoping you're considering the future Mr. Eastwood.
Marty: I think about it all the time.

Guy in Saloon: Run for fun? What the hell kind of fun is that?

Bartender: Now there's a fella who can't hold his liqour.

Marty: Hey frisbe. Far out.
Jamis: What was the meaning of that?
Maggie: I know. It was right in front of him.

Marty: Is there a back way out of here?
Bartender: Sure.
Marty: Where is it?
Bartender: Out the back.

Doc: You're not thinking fourth dimensionally, Marty!

Doc: The future is whatever you make it, so make it a good one.

Doc: Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex!