Ho, you mean you’re gonna touch her on her- He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in his life. George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Lorraine. What are you writing? What did you say? My god, it’s my mother. Put your pants back on.
He’s a very strange young man. Nothing’s coming to my mind. Don’t say a word. In that case, I’ll tell you strait out. Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late tonight.
Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is? C’mon, Mom, make it fast, I’ll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to change that oil. Over there, on my hope chest. I’ve never seen purple underwear before, Calvin. Right. That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn’t for him-
This is it. This is the answer. It says here that a bolt of lightning is gonna strike the clock tower precisely at 10:04 p.m. next Saturday night. If we could somehow harness this bolt of lightning, channel it into the flux capacitor, it just might work. Next Saturday night, we’re sending you back to the future. Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave. What’s a rerun? What did she say? It’s your mom, she’s tracked you down. Quick, let’s cover the time machine. Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?
What did you say? Sit here, Marty. Thank you. In about thirty years. Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she’s over in the cafe. God, how do you do this? What made you change your mind, George? Where does he come from?
Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay? It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that works. What’s that thing he’s on? Scram, McFly. Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this sucker’s nuclear?
I have a feeling too. Oh, you mean how you’re supposed to act on a first date. Well maybe you are and you just don’t know it yet. Um, yeah, I’m on my way. Evening, Doctor Brown, what’s with the wire?
Hi, Marty. Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown. Hi. Yeah, I think maybe you do. No, fine, no , good, fine, good.
I have to tell you about the future. Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future? What do we become assholes or something? Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here? Lorenzo, where’re you keys? Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them.
Are those my clocks I hear? Marty, are you alright? Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage? Hey wait, wait a minute, who are you? Stella, another one of these damn kids jumped in front of my car. Come on out here, help me take him in the house. Uh, Doc.
Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m wearing? Oh honey, he’s teasing you, nobody has two television sets. It’s already mutated into human form, shoot it. So you’re my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid. I have a feeling too.
That ain’t no airplane, look. C’mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let’s see if you bastards can do ninety. Breakfast. Your, your right. Yeah well, you shouldn’t drink.
Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I’m working at the boutique late tonight. Jesus, you smoke too? Uh, I think so. Say that again. Well yeah, you know we have two of them.
Anyway, Grandpa hit him with the car and brought him into the house. He seemed so helpless, like a little lost puppy, my heart just went out for him. Stop it. You too. Yeah. Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me in the stomach, I’m out for the count, right? And you and Lorraine live happily ever after.
Uncle Jailbird Joey? That’s right. Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s hair. Nah, I just don’t think I’m cut out for music. I can’t play.