Seamus: "You had him, Mr. Eastwood. You could've just walked away, and nobody would've thaught the less of you for it. All it would've been was words, hot air from a buffoon. Instead you let him rile you, rile you into playing his game, his way, by his rules."
Marty: "Seamus, relax. I know what I'm doin'."
Maggie: "He reminds me of poor Martin."
Seamus: "Me brother."
Marty: "Wait a minute, wait a minute. You have a brother named Martin McFly?"
Seamus: "Had a brother. Martin ised to let men provoke him into fightin'. He was concerned tha people would think him a coward if he refused. That's how he got a bowie knife shoved through his belly in a saloon in Virginia City. Never considered the future, poor Martin, God rest his soul."
Maggie: "Sure'n I hope you're considerin' the future, Mr. Eastwood."