Doc: No, Chester, I'm gonna need something a lot stronger than that tonight.
Chester: Sarsaparilla.
Doc: Whiskey, Chester.
Chester stares at Doc.
Chester: Whiskey? Emmett, are you sure? You know what happened to you on the 4th of July...
Doc: Whiskey.
Chester takes out a bottle of whiskey.
Chester: OK, I ain't your papa.
He pours some into a glass.
Chester: I just don't wanna see you losing the whole thing.
Doc stops him from putting the bottle back.
Doc: You can leave the bottle.
A bearded man, the BARBED WIRE SALESMAN sits next to Doc and starts speaking to him.
Barbed Wire Salesman: It's a woman, right? I knew it! I have seen that look on a man's face a thousand times, all across the country. Well I can tell you, friend. You'll get over her.
Doc: Oh-ho. Clara was one in a million. One in a billion. One in a googolplex. The woman of my dreams and I lost her for all time.
Barbed Wire Salesman: I can assure you, sir, there are other women. I have peddled this barbed wire all across the country, and it has taught me one thing for certain. It's that you never know what the future might bring.
Doc: Oh-ho, the future, I can tell you about the future.
SEPTEMBER 7, 1885
Next day. It's dawn at the campfire and Marty wakes up. He realises he slept on his gun all night.
Marty: Oh...oh, man, did I sleep...what time is it, Doc?
Marty looks across - Doc isn't there!
Marty: Doc!
Marty looks at the photo again. The words "Clint Eastwood" are beginning to appear on it. Marty sees Doc's horse is gone and wonders where he went. We cut to another campfire, where Buford's gang lie sleeping. Buford himself though is very much awake. During the following he kicks his gang members to wake them up.
Buford: Wake up! I got me a runt to kill!
Gang Member 1: It's still early, boss.
Gang Member 2: It's still early!
Buford: I'm hungry.
Cut to the saloon. Doc is talking to everyone in there. He speaks in a distant voice, as if he is unaware of anyone else in there. Of course he knows there are people in there, but that is how he is talking.
Doc: ...but in the future, we don't need horses. We have horseless carriages called automobiles.
Old Timer 1 laughs.