Hill Valley Diner

(Marty walks into the Diner and Dinah by Louie Armstrong plays)

Sylvia Miskin: Hey there. Why don't you come have a seat and order something.

Marty: I didn't come here to order anything, I just came here to use your telephone.

Sylvia: The rules here is that only customers are allowed to use the phone.

Marty: Ok I'll just order a plain coffee with no sugar or cream.

Sylvia: Ok sweety. Bring it up to you in a bit.

(Irving "Kid" Tannen and his gang enter the door to bug Arthur McFly whom is sitting it the table next to the door)

Irving: McFly!

Marty: Biff?

Arthur: Kid, guys.

Marty: Grandpa?

Irving: That's Mr. Tannen to you Artie! What are you doing in here again?!

Arthur: I was getting hungry and I thought I could come here for some hashes and eggs.

(Kid and his gang laugh)

Irving: Think McFly! The DA and Judge Brown are throwing subpoenas like Babe Ruth!

Arthur: Ruth isn't a player anymore!

Irving: Shut up! If one of those subpoenas lands in the hands of my number fellow, I can be in a whole lot of trouble. I can even get sent up the river. You wouldn't want that would you?

Arthur: Well, yeah..

Irving: oh you would?!

Arthur: No. no of course not Kid.

Irving: There, that's what I'm talking about. Well what are you looking at punk?!

Marty: Who you callin' punk, punk?!

Syliva: Just pay attention to the coffee kiddo. Never mind Irving, go back to what you and Artie were doing.

Irving: Ok Sylvie. Well…

Arthur: Well what?

Irving: You gonna go back to your place or what?

Arthur: Sure Kid I'll head back right now.

Irving: And do not come out until I say it's alright! I swear if one of you guys can add 2+2 or anything else without your fingers, I'd throw that wimp into the lake!

Cue Ball: Hey! I can do that!

Irving: Well, you really can't! If only charming Miss Sylvie over here didn't break up with me a few years ago, life would be totally better.

Sylvia: No way you low life fellow! Artie is mine and someday he will be free from your clutches!

Zane Williams: If he ever does.

Matches: But he never will.

Sylvia: Oh he will alright you'll see.

(Marty heads over to the telephone booth)

Marty: Brown…viola here it is!

Erhardt: Brown Residence.

Marty: Hi can I please speak with Emmett Brown.

Erhardt: Emmett is currently doing his duties at the courthouse. Who is this I am speaking to? (Hangs up)

Marty: Doc never told me he worked at the courthouse.