Uh Doc, uh no. No, don’t be silly. Hey. Well, they’re bigger than me. I think I know exactly what you mean. 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.
I’m writing this down, this is good stuff. Huh? Look, I’m just not ready to ask Lorraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else on this planet is gonna make me change my mind. What, what? Quiet.
Well, uh, listen, uh, I really- Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents. Doc, I’m from the future. I came here in a time machine that you invented. Now, I need your help to get back to the year 1985. Where the hell are they. What the hell is this?
What’s the meaning of this. Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father. Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it run on regular unleaded gasoline? Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been doing all day?
You know what I do in those situations? Hey man, look at Marvin’s hand. He can’t play with his hands like that, and we can’t play without him. Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I’ll never forget it. Ohh, no. I can’t play.
oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her. Don’t pay any attention to him, he’s in one of his moods. Sam, quit fiddling with that thing, come in here to dinner. Now let’s see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is Sally, that’s Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey. No. I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own existence, just as you endangered yours. 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.
Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood. What did you say? Look, there’s a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up. He’s a peeping tom. Dad. Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the guitar.
Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly? I swiped it from the old lady’s liquor cabinet. Yoo. I, I don’t know. You’re gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go. Let him go.
"...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.