Buford: Sure he's here. (darkly) Everybody's here tonight.
The DEPUTY MARSHALL arrives to check the visitors.
Deputy Marshall: You gentlemen are gonna have to check your firearms if you want to join in on the festivities.
Buford: (laughing) And who's gonna make us, tender-foot...you?
Marshall Strickland: (o.s) I am.
Buford (and the audience) turn to see MARSHALL STRICKLAND holding a rifle to Buford's shoulder. You guessed it, he's the grandfather of our very own Mr Strickland from 1955 and 1985.
Buford: Marshall Strickland. I didn't know you was back in town.
Marshall Strickland: If you can't read the sign, Tannen, I presume you can read this.
He means the rifle. Buford turns to him.
Buford: Pretty tough hombre when you're pointing a scattergun at a man's back.
Marshall Strickland: Just like you, Tannen, I take every advantage I can get. Now are you gonna check your irons?
Buford knows when he's beat, and backs down.
Buford: I was joking with your deputy. Of course I'm going to check my iron. We all were, weren't we boys?
They all give up their guns.
Deputy Marshall: Yeah. Right.
But Marshall Strickland obviously knows Buford a bit better than he wants to, because:
Marshall Strickland: Tannen - your knife, too.
Angry, Buford takes out the knife he's hidden in his boot. He throws it onto a nearby table as if it were a dart. He then turns to Marshall Strickland.
Buford: (being a bit of a smart ass) Smile, Marshall. After all, this is a party.
Marshall Strickland: The only party I'll be smiling at is the one that sees you at the end of a rope.
Buford and Marshall Strickland glare at each other before the Marshall lowers his gun. Buford and his gang are allowed in.
Deputy Marshall: Have fun!
A young boy is now seen next to Marshall Strickland. He's the Marshall's SON - the future father of Mr Strickland.
Marshall Strickland: That's how you handle them son, never give them an inch. Maintain discipline at all times. Remember that word. Discipline.
Son: I will, Pa.
Cut to the dance. At the table, Marty is eating some pie when Seamus, Maggie and William walk past him.
Seamus: Why, Mr Eastwood. Nice to see ya. I see you got yourself some respectable clothes, lad. And a fine hat.
Marty: Yeah, well, a couple other people didn't like the way the other one looked on me.
Maggie: Sure that one suits you Mr Eastwood. Very good for you.
Marty: Uh, thanks.