About 30 years, it’s a nice round number. Who are you? Mom, Dad. My name’s Lorraine, Lorraine Baines. Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don’t you know that if you let people walk all over you know, they’ll be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do you think I’m gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?
Marty, why are you so nervous? Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein. Yeah. Oh. It’s already mutated into human form, shoot it.
Huh? Holy shit. Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I’m wearing? Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance they’re supposed to go to this, that’s where they kiss for the first time. Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.
In that case, I’ll tell you strait out. Einstein, hey Einstein, where’s the Doc, boy, huh? Doc Hey kid, what you do, jump ship? Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there and invite her. Sit here, Marty.
Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin? George: you ever think of running for class president? A colored mayor, that’ll be the day. I hope you don’t mind but George asked if he could take me home. Marty, you’re acting like you haven’t seen me in a week.
What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age. Don’t stop, Wilbert, drive. Listen, this is very important, I forgot my video camera, could you stop by my place and pick it up on your way to the mall? And where’s my reports? You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.
Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother’s hair. What about George? Whoa, whoa, Biff, what’s that? Hey, George, buddy, you weren’t at school, what have you been doing all day? Let’s put him in there.
Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don’t want her to worry about you. Good, I’ll see you tonight. Don’t forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall. No sir, I’m gonna make something out of myself, I’m going to night school and one day I’m gonna be somebody. Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything. Don’t tell me anything.
Breakfast. Jesus. Oh, yeah, yeah. Children. Excuse me.
"...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.