Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something? Uh, you mean nobody’s asked you? George, aren’t you gonna kiss me? That’s for messing up my hair. 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma.
In that case, I’ll tell you strait out. Alright, let’s set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I’m gonna send you back at exactly the same time. It’s be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the street way over there, that’s where you start from. I’ve calculated the distance and wind resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22 seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas. Where the hell are they. Alright, McFly, you’re asking for it, and now you’re gonna get it. What?
Doc? Am I to understand you’re still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle’s worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he’s a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you’re gonna end up in big trouble. Yeah, it’s 8:00. 1955? You’re my ma- you’re my ma. Oh Mom, there’s nothing wrong with calling a boy. Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close the door and beat it.
There’s that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future. Is there a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull? Which one’s your pop? Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary? I still don’t understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she’s already going to the dance with you. Lorraine.
- Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called. I’ll call you tonight. Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it’s been educational. Yeah. Unroll their fire.
- What? Right. You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc. Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called. Uh, Doc.
Doc? Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that? Are you gonna order something, kid? Doc. The keys are in the trunk.
Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage? Wow, you must be rich. Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink. Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay? Quiet.