Marty finishes his pie and notices writing on the plate - "Frisbee".
Marty: Hey...Frisbee. Far out.
Marty grins at his ancestors and then leaves. Seamus and Maggie look at each other in a "how strange was that?" type of way.
Seamus: What was the meaning of that?
Maggie: It was right in front of him.
Seamus: Aye.
Cut to the dance. Doc and Clara, as well as other couples, are dancing to the music. Below the dance floor though, Buford and his gang are trying to find Doc. Gang Member 1 spots him.
Gang Member 1: There he is, Buford.
Buford: Where?
Gang Member 1: Right there. Dancing with that piece of calico.
Gang Member 2: What are ya gonna do, boss?
Buford: (darkly) I figure...I'll bury this muzzle deep enough in his back. Nobody'll hear the shot.
Gang Member 1: Careful, Buford, you only got the one bullet with that.
Buford: I only need one.
Cut back to Doc and Clara. They are enchanted with each other and dance into a corner. Doc suddenly feels a gun barrel in his back and freezes. It's happening! Two days earlier than he thought!
Buford: I told you to watch your back, smithy.
Doc: Tannen. But you're early.
Buford: It's a Derringer, smithy. Small but effective. Last time I used it the fella took two days to die. Bled to death inside, it was real painful. That means you'd be dead by about suppertime Monday.
Clara: (to Buford) I don't know who you think you are, but we're dancing.
Buford: Well lookie what we have here! Introduce me to the lady; I'd like a dance.
Doc turns around to face Buford with a brave and determined look on his face. Buford moves the gun barrel to Doc's throat.
Doc: I wouldn't give you the pleasure. You'll just have to go ahead and shoot.
Buford: All right.
Clara senses what is about to happen.
Clara: No, Emmett. I'll dance with him.
Buford: (to his gang) Boys, keep the blacksmith company while I get acquainted with the filly.
Buford pushes Doc aside to his gang, who hold him down as Buford and Clara start dancing. Doc isn't very happy with this and has an angry look on his face.
Buford: Woo...ha, ha, ha! Yeah. Ooh!
Clara: I don't dance very well when my partner has a gun in his hand.
Buford pulls Clara closer.