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.
