What, what, ma? Right about here. Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What’s going on? Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo Uh, Lorraine. How did you know I was here? Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Lorraine, my density has popped me to you.
Where does he come from? Science Fiction Theater. What, what, ma? George, aren’t you gonna kiss me? Don’t worry. As long as you hit that wire with the connecting hook at precisely 88 miles per hour, the instance the lightning strikes the tower, everything will be fine.
Doc, you gotta help- Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc You don’t understand. The hell you doing to my car? And where’s my reports?
Are you sure about this storm? Marty, I’m sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning. Good morning. No, bastards. Yeah man, that was good. Let’s do another one.
Marty, one rejection isn’t the end of the world. What? Ahh. There’s that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future. Is there a problem with the Earth’s gravitational pull? Marty, don’t go this way. Strickland’s looking for you. If you’re caught it’ll be four tardies in a row.
It’s cold, damn cold. Ha, ha, ha, Einstein, you little devil. Einstein’s clock is exactly one minute behind mine, it’s still ticking. It’s information about the future isn’t it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences could be disastrous. And he could sleep in my room. Yoo. Well gee, I don’t know.
Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It’s all a dream. Just a very intense dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me. He’s your brother, Mom. I’ll get it back to you, alright? I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible. Listen, Doc, you know there’s something I haven’t told you about the night we made that tape.
Yeah, who are you? I don’t know, I can’t keep up with all of your boyfriends. George, aren’t you gonna kiss me? Who are you? My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.
"...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.