Doc? There’s that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future. Is there a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull? Wait a minute. Jesus, George, it’s a wonder I was ever born. Yeah, it’s in the back.
You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother? You got a real attitude problem, McFly. You’re a slacker. You remind me of you father when he went her, he was a slacker too. What did you sleep in your clothes again last night. I just wanna use the phone. Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you together, tell her that she’s the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff. What, what are you doing George?
Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it’s been educational. Oh, what I meant to day was- You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, uh please. So what’s it to you, butthead. You know you’ve been looking for a, since you’re new here, I’m gonna cut you a break, today. So why don’t you make like a tree, and get out of here. What’s a rerun?
When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future. George, help me, please. Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she’s gonna get very angry with me. Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me? No, no, George, look, it’s just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 you’re strolling through the parking lot, you see us struggling in the car, you walk up, you open the door and you say, your line, George.
Um, yeah, I’m on my way. What, well you mean like a date? Can I go now, Mr. Strickland? We do now. whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can’t be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl.
Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I oughta swear? Time machine, I haven’t invented any time machine. It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn’t hit him, then none of you would have been born. 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. Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, you’re alive. Do you know where 1640 Riverside-
"...Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know..." John Keats.