영화대본 : 백투더퓨처. Back To The Future

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Back To The Future

 

Produced by Bob Gale & Neil Canton

Screenplay by Robert Zemeckis & Bob Gale

Directed by Robert Zemeckis

 

Transcribed by Eric Dienstfrey

 

 

Radio: October is inventory time. So right now, Statler Toyota is making the best deals of the year on all 1985 model Toyotas. You won't find a better car with a better price with better service anywhere in Hill Valley...

Television: The Senate is expected to vote on this today. In other news, officials at The Pacific

Nuclear Research Facility have denied the rumor that the case of missing plutonium was in fact stolen from their vault two weeks ago. A Libyan terrorist group had claimed responsibility for the alleged theft, however, the officials now infer the crepency to a simple clerical error. The

FBI...

Marty: Hey, Doc? Doc. Hello, anybody home? Einstein, come here, boy. What's going on?

Wha- aw, god. Aw, Jesus. Whoa, rock and roll. Yo

Doc: Marty, is that you?

Marty: Hey, hey, Doc, where are you?

Doc: Thank god I found you. Listen, can you meet me at Twin Pines Mall tonight at 1:15? I've made a major breakthrough, I'll need your assistance.

Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute. 1:15 in the morning?

Doc: Yeah.

Marty: What's going on? Where have you been all week?

Doc: Working.

Marty: Where's Einstein, is he with you?

Doc: Yeah, he's right here.

Marty: You know, Doc, you left your equipment on all week.

Doc: My equipment, that reminds me, Marty, you better not hook up to the amplifier. There's a slight possibility for overload.

Marty: Yeah, I'll keep that in mind.

Doc: Good, I'll see you tonight. Don't forget, now, 1:15 a.m., Twin Pines Mall.

Marty: Right.

Doc: Are those my clocks I hear?

Marty: Yeah, it's 8:00.

Doc: They're late. My experiment worked. They're all exactly twenty-five minutes slow.

Marty: Wait a minute. Wait a minute, Doc. Are you telling me that it's 8:25?

Doc: Precisely.

Marty: Damn. I'm late for school.

 

Marty: Hello, Jennifer.

Jennifer: Marty, don't go this way. Strickland's looking for you. If you're caught it'll be four tardies in a row.

Jennifer: Alright, c'mon, I think we're safe.

Marty: Y'know this time it wasn't my fault. The Doc set all of his clocks twenty-five minutes slow.

Strickland: Doc? Am I to understand you're still hanging around with Doctor Emmett Brown, McFly? Tardy slip for you, Miss Parker. And one for you McFly I believe that makes four in a row. Now let me give you a nickle's worth of advice, young man. This so called Doctor Brown is dangerous, he's a real nuttcase. You hang around with him you're gonna end up in big trouble.

Marty: Oh yes sir.

Strickland: 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.

Marty: Can I go now, Mr. Strickland?

Strickland: I noticed you band is on the roster for dance auditions after school today. Why even bother Mcfly, you haven't got a chance, you're too much like your own man. No McFly ever amounted to anything in the history of Hill Valley.

Marty: Yeah, well history is gonna change.

Audition Judge: Next, please.

Marty: Alright, we're the pinheads.

Audition Judge: Okay, that's enough. Now stop the microphone. I'm sorry fellas. I'm afraid you're just too darn loud. Next, please. Where's the next group, please.

Election Van: Re-elect Mayor Goldie Wilson. Progress is his middle name.

Marty: I'm too loud. I can't believe it. I'm never gonna get a chance to play in front of anybody.

Jennifer: Marty, one rejection isn't the end of the world.

Marty: Nah, I just don't think I'm cut out for music.

Jennifer: But you're good, Marty, you're really good. And this audition tape of your is great, you gotta send it in to the record company. It's like Doc's always saying.

Marty: Yeah I know, If you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

Jennifer: That's good advice, Marty.

Marty: Alright, okay Jennifer. What if I send in the tape and they don't like it. I mean, what if they say I'm no good. What if they say, "Get out of here, kid, you got no future." I mean, I just don't think I can take that kind of rejection. Jesus, I'm beginning to sound like my old man.

Jennifer: C'mon, he's not that bad. At least he's letting you borrow the car tomorrow night.

Marty: Check out that four by four. That is hot. Someday, Jennifer, someday. Wouldn't it be great to take that truck up to the lake. Throw a couple of sleeping bags in the back. Lie out under the stars.

Jennifer: Stop it.

Marty: What?

Jennifer: Does your mom know about tomorrow night?

Marty: No, get out of town, my mom thinks I'm going camping with the guys. Well, Jennifer, my mother would freak out if she knew I was going up there with you. And I get this standard lecture about how she never did that kind of stuff when she was a kid. Now look, I think she was born a nun.

Jennifer: She's just trying to keep you respectable.

Marty: Well, she's not doing a very good job.

Woman: Save the clock tower, save the clock tower. Mayor Wilson is sponsoring an initiative to replace that clock. Thirty years ago, lightning struck that clock tower and the clock hasn't run since. We at the Hill Valley Preservation Society think it should be preserved exactly the way it is as part of our history and heritage.

Marty: Here you go, lady. There's a quarter.

Woman: Thank you, don't forget to take a flyer.

Marty: Right.

Woman: Save the clock tower.

Marty: Where were we.

Jennifer: Right about here.

Jennifer's Dad: Jennifer.

Jennifer: It's my dad.

Marty: Right.

Jennifer: I've gotta go.

Marty: I'll call you tonight.

Jennifer: I'll be at my grandma's. Here, let me give you the number. Bye.

 

Marty: Perfect, just perfect.

Biff: I can't believe you loaned me a car, without telling me it had a blindspot. I could've been

killed.

George: Now, now, Biff, now, I never noticed any blindspot before when I would drive it. Hi,

son.

Biff: But, what are you blind McFly, it's there. How else do you explain that wreck out there?

George: Now, Biff, um, can I assume that your insurance is gonna pay for the damage?

Biff: My insurance, it's your car, your insurance should pay for it. Hey, I wanna know who's

gonna pay for this? I spilled beer all over it when that car smashed into me. Who's gonna pay

my cleaning bill?

George: Uh?

Biff: And where's my reports?

George: Uh, well, I haven't finished those up yet, but you know I figured since they weren't due

till-

Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to get them re-typed.

Do you realize what would happen if I hand in my reports in your handwriting. I'll get fired. You

wouldn't want that to happen would you? Would you?

George: Of course not, Biff, now I wouldn't want that to happen. Now, uh, I'll finish those

reports up tonight, and I'll run em them on over first thing tomorrow, alright?

Biff: Hey, not too early I sleep in on Saturday. Oh, McFly, your shoe's untied. Don't be so

gullible, McFly. You got the place fixed up nice, McFly. I have you're car towed all the way to

your house and all you've got for me is light beer. What are you looking at, butthead. Say hi to

your mom for me.

George: I know what you're gonna say, son, and you're right, you're right, But Biff just happens

to be my supervisor, and I'm afraid I'm not very good at confrontations.

Marty: The car, Dad, I mean He wrecked it, totaled it. I needed that car tomorrow night, Dad, I

mean do you have any idea how important this was, do you have any clue?

George: I know, and all I could say is I'm sorry.

 

George: Believe me, Marty, you're better off not having to worry about all the aggravation and

headaches of playing at that dance.

David: He's absolutely right, Marty. the last thing you need is headaches.

Lorraine: Kids, we're gonna have to eat this cake by ourselves, Uncle Joey didn't make parole

again. I think it would be nice, if you all dropped him a line.

Marty: Uncle Jailbird Joey?

David: He's your brother, Mom.

Linda: Yeah, I think it's a major embarrassment having an uncle in prison.

Loraine: We all make mistakes in life, children

David: God dammit, I'm late.

Lorraine: David, watch your mouth. You come here and kiss your mother before you go, come

here.

David: C'mon, Mom, make it fast, I'll miss my bus. Hey see you tonight, Pop. Woo, time to

change that oil.

Linda: Hey Marty, I'm not your answering service, but you're outside pouting about the car,

Jennifer Parker called you twice.

Lorraine: I don't like her, Marty. Any girl who calls a boy is just asking for trouble.

Linda: Oh Mom, there's nothing wrong with calling a boy.

Lorraine: I think it's terrible. Girls chasing boys. When I was your age I never chased a boy, or

called a boy, or sat in a parked car with a boy.

Linda: Then how am I supposed to ever meet anybody.

Lorraine: Well, it will just happen. Like the way I met your father.

Linda: That was so stupid, Grandpa hit him with the car.

Lorraine: It was meant to be. Anyway, if Grandpa hadn't hit him, then none of you would have

been born.

Linda: Yeah, well, I still don't understand what Dad was doing in the middle of the street.

Lorraine: What was it, George, bird watching?

George: What Lorraine, what?

Lorraine: 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.

Linda: Yeah Mom, we know, you've told us this story a million times. You felt sorry for him so

you decided to go with him to The Fish Under The Sea Dance.

Lorraine: No, it was The Enchantment Under The Sea Dance. Our first date. It was the night

of that terrible thunderstorm, remember George? Your father kissed me for the very first time

on that dance floor. It was then I realized I was going to spend the rest of my life with him.

 

Marty: Hello.

Doc: Marty, you didn't fall asleep, did you?

Marty: Uh Doc, uh no. No, don't be silly.

Doc: 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?

Marty: Um, yeah, I'm on my way.

 

Marty: Einstein, hey Einstein, where's the Doc, boy, huh? Doc

Doc: Marty, you made it.

Marty: Yeah.

Doc: Welcome to my latest experiment. It's the one I've been waiting for all my life.

Marty: Um, well it's a deloreon, right?

Doc: Bare with me, Marty, all of your questions will be answered. Roll tape, we'll proceed.

Marty: Doc, is that a de-

Doc: Never mind that now, never mind that now.

Marty: Alright, I'm ready.

Doc: Good evening, I'm Doctor Emmett Brown. I'm standing on the parking lot of Twin Pines

Mall. It's Saturday morning, October 26, 1985, 1:18 a.m. and this is temporal experiment

number one. C'mon, Einy, hey hey boy, get in there, that a boy, in you go, get down, that's it.

Marty: Whoa, whoa, okay.

Doc: Please note that Einstein's clock is in complete synchronization with my control watch.

Marty: Right check, Doc.

Doc: Good. Have a good trip Einstein, watch your head.

Marty: You have this thing hooked up to the car?

Doc: Watch this. Not me, the car, the car. My calculations are correct, when this baby hits

eighty-eight miles per hour, your gonna see some serious shit. Watch this, watch this. Ha,

what did I tell you, eighty-eight miles per hour. The temporal displacement occurred at exactly

1:20 a.m. and zero seconds.

Marty: Hot, Jesus Christ, Doc. Jesus Christ, Doc, you disintegrated Einstein.

Doc: Calm down, Marty, I didn't disintegrate anything. The molecular structure of Einstein and

the car are completely intact.

Marty: Where the hell are they.

Doc: The appropriate question is, weren뇺 the hell are they. Einstein has just become the

world's first time traveler. I sent him into the future. One minute into the future to be exact.

And at exactly 1:21 a.m. we should cat h up with him and the time machine.

Marty: Wait a minute, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that you built a time machine out of

a deloreon.

Doc: The way I see it, if you're gonna build a time machine into a car why not do it with some

style. Besides, the stainless, steel construction made the flux dispersal- look out.

Marty: What, what is it hot?

Doc: 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.

Marty: He's alright.

Doc: He's fine, and he's completely unaware that anything happened. As far as he's concerned

the trip was instantaneous. That's why Einstein's watch is exactly one minute behind mine. He

skipped over that minute to instantly arrive at this moment in time. Come here, I'll show you

how it works. First, you turn the time circuits on. This readout tell you where you're going, this

one tells you where you are, this one tells you where you were. You imput the destination time

on this keypad. Say, you wanna see the signing of the declaration of independence, or witness

the birth or Christ. Here's a red-letter date in the history of science, November 5, 1955. Yes, of

course, November 5, 1955.

Marty: What, I don't get what happened.

Doc: That was the day I invented time travel. I remember it vividly. I was standing on the edge

of my toilet hanging a clock, the porces was wet, I slipped, hit my head on the edge of the sink.

And when I came to I had a revelation, a picture, a picture in my head, a picture of this. This is

what makes time travel possible. The flux capacitor.

Marty: The flux capacitor.

Doc: It's taken me almost thirty years and my entire family fortune to realize the vision of that

day, my god has it been that long. Things have certainly changed around here. I remember

when this was all farmland as far as the eye could see. Old man Peabody, owned all of this.

He had this crazy idea about breeding pine trees.

Marty: This is uh, this is heavy duty, Doc, this is great. Uh, does it run on regular unleaded

gasoline?

Doc: Unfortunately no, it requires something with a little more kick, plutonium.

Marty: Uh, plutonium, wait a minute, are you telling me that this sucker's nuclear?

Doc: Hey, hey, keep rolling, keep rolling there. No, no, no, no, this sucker's electrical. But I

need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.

Marty: Doc, you don't just walk into a store and ask for plutonium. Did you rip this off?

Doc: Of course, from a group of Libyan Nationalists. They wanted me to build them a bomb, so

I took their plutonium and in turn gave them a shiny bomb case full of used pinball machine

parts.

Marty: Jesus.

Doc: Let's get you into a radiation suit, we must prepare to reload.

 

Doc: Safe now, everything's let lined. Don't you lose those tapes now, we'll need a record.

Wup, wup, I almost forgot my luggage. Who knows if they've got cotton underwear in the

future. I'm allergic to all synthetics.

Marty: The future, it's where you're going?

Doc: That's right, twenty five years into the future. I've always dreamed on seeing the future,

looking beyond my years, seeing the progress of mankind. I'll also be able to see who wins the

next twenty-five world series.

Marty: Uh, Doc.

Doc: Huh?

Marty: Uh, look me up when you get there.

Doc: Indeed I will, roll em. I, Doctor Emmett Brown, am about to embark on an historic journey.

What have I been thinking of, I almost forgot to bring some extra plutonium. How did I ever

expect to get back, one pallet one trip I must be out of my mind. What is it Einy? Oh my god,

they found me, I don't know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

Marty: Who, who?

Doc: Who do you think, the Libyans.

Marty: Holy shit.

Doc: Unroll their fire.

Marty: Doc, wait. No, bastards.

Libyan: Go. Go.

Marty: C'mon, more, dammit. Jeez. Holy shit. Let's see if you bastards can do ninety.

 

Marty: Ahh. Ahh.

Mother: Pa, what is it? What is it, Pa?

Father: Looks like a airplane, without wings.

Son: That ain뇺 no airplane, look.

Mother & Father: Ahh.

Father: Children.

Marty: Listen, woh. Hello, uh excuse me. Sorry about your barn.

Son: It뇹 already mutated intro human form, shoot it.

Father: Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed

a pine.

 

Marty: Alright, alright, okay McFly, get a grip on yourself. It뇹 all a dream. Just a very intense

dream. Woh, hey, listen, you gotta help me.

Passenger: Don뇺 stop, Wilbert, drive.

Marty: Can뇺 be. This is nuts. Aw, c뇴on.

 

Election Van: Remember, fellas, the future is in your hands. If you believe in progress, re-elect

Mayor Red Thomas, progress is his middle name. Mayor Red Thomas뇹 progress platform

means more jobs, better education, bigger civic improvements, and lower taxes. On election

day, cast your vote for a proven leader, re-elect Mayor Red Thomas...

Marty: this has gotta be a dream.

Lou: Hey kid, what you do, jump ship?

Marty: What?

Lou: What뇹 with the life preserver?

Marty: I just wanna use the phone.

Lou: Yeah, it뇹 in the back.

Marty: Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, Brown, great, youe alive. Do you know where 1640

Riverside-

Lou: Are you gonna order something, kid?

Marty: Yeah, gimme a Tab.

Lou: Tab? I can뇺 give you a tab unless you order something.

Marty: Right, gimme a Pepsi free.

Lou: You wanna a Pepsi, pall, youe gonna pay for it.

Marty: Well just gimme something without any sugar in it, okay?

Lou: Without any sugar.

Biff: Hey McFly, what do you think youe doing.

Marty: Biff.

Biff: Hey I뇴 talking to you, McFly, you Irish bug.

George: Oh hey, Biff, hey, guys, how are you doing?

Biff: Yeah, you got my homework finished, McFly?

George: Uh, well, actually, I figured since it wasn뇺 due till Monday-

Biff: Hello, hello, anybody home? Think, McFly, think. I gotta have time to recopy it. Do your

realize what would happen if I hand in my homework in your handwriting? I뇫 get kicked out of

school. You wouldn뇺 want that to happen would you, would you?

George: Now, of course not, Biff, now, I wouldn뇺 want that to happen.

Biff: Uh, no, no, no, no. What are you looking at, butt-head?

Skinhead: Hey Biff, check out this guy뇹 life preserver, dork thinks he뇹 gonna drown.

Biff: Yeah, well, how about my homework, McFly?

George: Uh, well, okay Biff, uh, I뇳l finish that on up tonight and I뇳l bring it over first thing

tomorrow morning.

Biff: Hey not too early I sleep in Sunday뇹, hey McFly, youe shoe뇹 untied, don뇺 be so gullible,

McFly.

George: Okay.

Biff: I don뇺 wanna see you in here again.

George: Yeah, alright, bye-bye. What?

Marty: Youe George McFly.

George: Yeah, who are you?

Goldie: Say, why do you let those boys push you around like that?

George: Well, theye bigger than me.

Goldie: Stand tall, boy, have some respect for yourself. Don뇺 you know that if you let people

walk all over you know, they뇳l be walking all over you for the rest of your life? Listen to me, do

you think I뇴 gonna spend the rest of my life in this slop house?

Lou: Watch it, Goldie.

Goldie: No sir, I뇴 gonna make something out of myself, I뇴 going to night school and one day

I뇴 gonna be somebody.

Marty: That뇹 right, he뇹 gonna be mayor.

Goldie: Yeah, I뇴- mayor. Now that뇹 a good idea. I could run for mayor.

Lou: A colored mayor, that뇳l be the day.

Goldie: You wait and see, Mr. Caruthers, I will be mayor and I뇳l be the most powerful mayor in

the history of Hill Valley, and I뇴 gonna clean up this town.

Lou: Good, you could start by sweeping the floor.

Goldie: Mayor Goldie Wilson, I like the sound of that.

Marty: Hey Dad, George, hey, you on the bike.

 

Marty: He뇹 a peeping tom. Dad.

Sam: 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.

 

Marty: Mom, is that you?

Lorraine: There, there, now, just relax. You뇼e been asleep for almost nine hours now.

Marty: I had a horrible nightmare, dreamed I went back in time, it was terrible.

Lorraine: Well, safe and sound, now, n good old 1955.

Marty: 1955? Youe my ma- youe my ma.

Lorraine: My name뇹 Lorraine, Lorraine Baines.

Marty: Yeah, but youe uh, youe so, youe so thin.

Lorraine: Just relax now Calvin, you뇼e got a big bruise on youe head.

Marty: Ah, wheree my pants?

Lorraine: Over there, on my hope chest. I뇼e never seen purple underwear before, Calvin.

Marty: Calvin, why do you keep calling me Calvin?

Lorraine: Well that뇹 your name, isn뇺 it? Calvin Klein. it뇹 written all over your underwear. Oh,

I guess they call you Cal, huh?

Marty: Actually, people call me Marty.

Lorraine: Oh, pleased to meet you, Calvin Marty Klein. Do you mind if I sit here?

Marty: No, fine, no , good, fine, good.

Lorraine: That뇹 a big bruise you have there.

Marty: Ah.

Stella: Lorraine, are you up there?

Lorraine: My god, it뇹 my mother. Put your pants back on.

 

Stella: So tell me, Marty, how long have you been in port?

Marty: Excuse me.

Stella: Yeah, I guessed youe a sailor, aren뇺 you, that뇹 why you wear that life preserver.

Marty: Uh, coast guard.

Stella: Sam, here뇹 the young man you hit with your car out there. He뇹 alright, thank god.

Sam: What were you doing in the middle of the street, a kid your age.

Stella: Don뇺 pay any attention to him, he뇹 in one of his moods. Sam, quit fiddling with that

thing, come in here to dinner. Now let뇹 see, you already know Lorraine, this is Milton, this is

Sally, that뇹 Toby, and over there in the playpen is little baby Joey.

Marty: So youe my Uncle Joey. Better get used to these bars, kid.

Stella: yes, Joey just loves being in his playpen. he cries whenever we take him out so we just

leave him in there all the time. Well Marty, I hope you like meatloaf.

Marty: Well, uh, listen, uh, I really-

Lorraine: Sit here, Marty.

Stella: Sam, quit fiddling with that thing and come in here and eat your dinner.

Sam: Ho ho ho, look at it roll. Now we could watch Jackie Gleason while we eat.

Lorraine: Our first television set, Dad just picked it up today. Do you have a television?

Marty: Well yeah, you know we have two of them.

Milton: Wow, you must be rich.

Stella: Oh honey, he뇹 teasing you, nobody has two television sets.

Marty: Hey, hey, I뇼e seen this one, I뇼e seen this one. This is a classic, this is where Ralph

dresses up as the man from space.

Milton: What do you mean you뇼e seen this, it뇹 brand new.

Marty: Yeah well, I saw it on a rerun.

Milton: What뇹 a rerun?

Marty: You뇳l find out.

Stella: You know Marty, you look so familiar, do I know your mother?

Marty: Yeah, I think maybe you do.

Stella: Oh, then I wanna give her a call, I don뇺 want her to worry about you.

Marty: You can뇺, uh, that is, uh, nobody뇹 home.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Yet.

Stella: Oh.

Marty: Uh listen, do you know where Riverside Drive is?

Sam: It뇹 uh, the other end of town, a block past Maple.

Marty: A block passed Maple, that뇹 John F. Kennedy Drive.

Sam: Who the hell is John F. Kennedy?

Lorraine: Mother, with Marty뇹 parents out of town, don뇺 you think he oughta spend the night,

after all, Dad almost killed him with the car.

Stella: That뇹 true, Marty, I think you should spend the night. I think youe our responsibility.

Marty: Well gee, I don뇺 know.

Lorraine: And he could sleep in my room.

Marty: I gotta go, uh, I gotta go. Thanks very much, it was wonderful, you were all great. See

you all later, much later.

Stella: He뇹 a very strange young man.

Sam: he뇹 an idiot, comes from upbringing, parents were probably idiots too. Lorraine, if you

ever have a kid like that, I뇳l disown you.

 

Marty: Doc?

Doc: Don뇺 say a word.

Marty: Doc.

Doc: I don뇺 wanna know your name. I don뇺 wanna know anything anything about you.

Marty: Listen, Doc.

Doc: Quiet.

Marty: Doc, Doc, it뇹 me, Marty.

Doc: Don뇺 tell me anything.

Marty: Doc, you gotta help-

Doc: Quiet, quiet. I뇴 gonna read your thoughts. Let뇹 see now, you뇼e come from a great

distance?

Marty: Yeah, exactly.

Doc: Don뇺 tell me. Uh, you want me to buy a subscription to the Saturday Evening Post?

Marty: No.

Doc: Not a word, not a word, not a word now. Quiet, uh, donations, you want me to make a

donation to the coast guard youth auxiliary?

Marty: Doc, I뇴 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.

Doc: My god, do you know what this means? It means that this damn thing doesn뇺 work at all.

Marty: Doc, you gotta help me. you were the only one who knows how your time machine

works.

Doc: Time machine, I haven뇺 invented any time machine.

Marty: Okay, alright, I뇳l prove it to you. Look at my driver뇹 license, expires 1987. Look at my

birthday, for crying out load I haven뇺 even been born yet. And, look at this picture, my brother,

my sister, and me. Look at the sweatshirt, Doc, class of 1984.

Doc: Pretty Mediocre photographic fakery, they cut off your brother뇹 hair.

Marty: I뇴 telling the truth, Doc, you gotta believe me.

Doc: So tell me, future boy, who뇹 president of the United States in 1985?

Marty: Ronald Reagon.

Doc: Ronald Reagon, the actor? Then who뇹 vice president, Jerry Lewis? I suppose Jane

Wymann is the first lady.

Marty: Whoa, wait, Doc.

Doc: And Jack Benny is secretary of the Treasury.

Marty: Look, you gotta listen to me.

Doc: I got enough practical jokes for one evening. Good night, future boy.

Marty: No wait, Doc, the bruise, the bruise on your head, I know how that happened, you told

me the whole story. you were standing on your toilet and you were hanging a clock, and you

fell, and you hit your head on the sink, and that뇹 when you came up with the idea for the flux

capacitor, which makes time travel possible.

 

Marty: Something wrong with the starter, so I hid it.

Doc: After I fell off my toilet, I drew this.

Marty: Flux capacitor.

Doc: It works, ha ha ha ha, it works. I finally invent something that works.

Marty: Bet your ass it works.

Doc: Well, now we gotta sneak this back into my laboratory, we뇼e gotta get you home.

 

Marty: Okay Doc, this is it.

TV Doc: Never mind that, never mind that now, never mind that, never mind-

Doc: Why that뇹 me, look at me, I뇴 an old man.

TV Doc: Good evening, I뇴 Doctor Emmet Brown, I뇴 standing here on the parking lot of-

Doc: Thank god I still got my hair. What on Earth is that thing I뇴 wearing?

Marty: Well, this is a radiation suit.

Doc: Radiation suit, of course, cause all of the fall out from the atomic wars. This is truly

amazing, a portable television studio. No wonder your president has to be an actor, he뇹 gotta

look good on television.

Marty: whoa, this is it, this is the part coming up, Doc.

TV Doc: No no no this sucker뇹 electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point

twenty-one gigawatts of electricity-

Doc: What did I just say?

TV Doc: No no no this sucker뇹 electrical, but I need a nuclear reaction to generate the one point

twenty-one gigawatts of electricity that I need.

Doc: One point twenty-one gigawatts. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Great Scott.

Marty: What the hell is a gigawatt?

Doc: How could I have been so careless. One point twenty-one gigawatts. Tom, how am I

gonna generate that kind of power, it can뇺 be done, it can뇺.

Marty: Doc, look, all we need is a little plutonium.

Doc: I뇴 sure that in 1985, plutonium is available at every corner drug store, but in 1955, it뇹 a

little hard to come by. Marty, I뇴 sorry, but I뇴 afraid youe stuck here.

Marty: whoa, whoa Doc, stuck here, I can뇺 be stuck here, I got a life in 1985. I got a girl.

Doc: Is she pretty?

Marty: Doc, she뇹 beautiful. She뇹 crazy about me. Look at this, look what she wrote me, Doc.

That says it all. Doc, youe my only hope.

Doc: Marty, I뇴 sorry, but the only power source capable of generating one point twenty-one

gigawatts of electricity is a bolt of lightning.

Marty: What did you say?

Doc: A bolt of lightning, unfortunately, you never know when or where it뇹 ever gonna strike.

Marty: We do now.

Doc: 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e

sending you back to the future.

Marty: Okay, alright, Saturday is good, Saturday뇹 good, I could spend a week in 1955. I could

hang out, you could show me around.

Doc: Marty, that뇹 completely out of the question, you must not leave this house. you must not

see anybody or talk to anybody. Anything you do could have serious reprocautions on future

events. Do you understand?

Marty: Yeah, sure, okay.

Doc: Marty, you interacted with anybody else today, besides me?

Marty: Um, yeah well I might have sort of ran into my parents.

Doc: Great Scott. Let me see that photograph again of your brother. Just as I thought, this

proves my theory, look at your brother.

Marty: His head뇹 gone, it뇹 like it뇹 been erased.

Doc: Erased from existence.

 

Marty: Whoa, they really cleaned this place up, looks brand new.

Doc: Now remember, according to my theory you interfered with with your parent뇹 first

meeting. They don뇺 meet, they don뇺 fall in love, they won뇺 get married and they wont have

kids. That뇹 why your older brother뇹 disappeared from that photograph. Your sister will follow

and unless you repair the damages, you will be next.

Marty: This sounds pretty heavy.

Doc: Weight has nothing to do with it.

 

Doc: Which one뇹 your pop?

Marty: That뇹 him.

George: Okay, okay you guys, oh ha ha ha very funny. Hey you guys are being real mature.

Doc: Maybe you were adopted.

George: Okay, real mature guys. Okay, Biff, will you pick up my books?

Strickland: McFly.

Marty: That뇹 Strickland. Jesus, didn뇺 that guy ever have hair?

Strickland: Shape up, man. Youe a slacker. You wanna be a slacker for the rest of your life?

George: No.

Doc: What did your mother ever see in that kid?

Marty: I don뇺 know, Doc, I guess she felt sorry for him cause her did hit him with the car, hit me

with the car.

Doc: That뇹 a Florence Nightingale effect. It happens in hospitals when nurses fall in love with

their patients. Go to it, kid.

Marty: Hey George, buddy, hey, I뇼e been looking all over for you. You remember me, the guy

who saved your life the other day.

George: Yeah.

Marty: Good, there뇹 somebody I뇫 like you to meet. Loraine.

Loraine: Calvin.

Marty: I뇫 like you to meet my good friend George McFly.

George: Hi, it뇹 really a pleasure to meet you.

Loraine: How뇹 your head?

Marty: Well uh, good, fine.

Loraine: Oh, I뇼e been so worried about you ever since you ran off the other night. Are you

okay? I뇴 sorry I have to go. Isn뇺 he a dream boat?

Marty: Doc, she didn뇺 even look at him.

Doc: This is more serious than I thought. Apparently your mother is amorously infatuated with

you instead of your father.

Marty: Whoa, wait a minute, Doc, are you telling me that my mother has got the hots for me?

Doc: Precisely.

Marty: Whoa, this is heavy.

Doc: There뇹 that word again, heavy. Why are things so heavy in the future. Is there a

problem with the Earth뇹 gravitational pull?

Marty: What?

Doc: The only way wee gonna get those two to successfully meet is if theye alone together.

So you뇼e got to get your father and mother to interact at some sort of social-

Marty: What, well you mean like a date?

Doc: Right.

Marty: What kind of date? I don뇺 know, what do kids do in the fifties?

Doc: Well, theye your parents, you must know them. What are there common interests.

What do they like to do together?

Marty: Nothing.

Doc: Look, there뇹 a rhythmic ceremonial ritual coming up.

Marty: Of course, the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance theye supposed to go to this, that뇹

where they kiss for the first time.

Doc: Alright kid, you stick to your father like glue and make sure that he takes her to the dance.

 

Marty: George, buddy. remember that girl I introduced you to, Loraine. What are you writing?

George: Uh, stories, science fiction stories, about visitors coming down to Earth from another

planet.

Marty: Get out of town, I didn뇺 know you did anything creative. Ah, let me read some.

George: Oh, no no no, I never uh, I never let anybody read my stories.

Marty: Why not?

George: Well, what if they didn뇺 like them, what if they told me I was no good. I guess that

would be pretty hard for somebody to understand.

Marty: Uh no, not hard at all. So anyway, George, now Loraine, she really likes you. She told

me to tell you that she wants you to ask her to the Enchantment Under The Sea Dance.

George: Really.

Marty: oh yeah, all you gotta do is go over there and ask her.

George: What, right here right now in the cafeteria? What is she said no? I don뇺 know if I

could take that kind of rejection. Besides, I think she뇫 rather go with somebody else.

Marty: Who?

George: Biff.

Biff: C뇴on, c뇴on.

Loraine: Leave me alone.

Biff: You want it, you know you want it, and you know you want me to give it to you.

Loraine: Shut your filthy mouth, I뇴 not that kind of girl.

Biff: Well maybe you are and you just don뇺 know it yet.

Loraine: Get your meat hooks off of me.

Marty: You heard her she said get your meat hooks, off, uh please.

Biff: So what뇹 it to you, butthead. You know you뇼e been looking for a, since youe new here,

I뇴 gonna cut you a break, today. So why don뇺 you make like a tree, and get out of here.

 

Marty: George.

George: Why do you keep following me around?

Marty: Look, George, I뇴 telling you George, if you do not ask Loraine to that dance, I뇴 gonna

regret it for the rest of my life.

George: But I can뇺 go to the dance, I뇳l miss my favorite television program, Science Fiction

Theater.

Marty: Yeah but George, Loraine wants to go with you. Give her a break.

George: Look, I뇴 just not ready to ask Loraine out to the dance, and not you, nor anybody else

on this planet is gonna make me change my mind.

Marty: Science Fiction Theater.

 

George: Who are you?

Marty: Silence Earthling. my name is Darth Vader. I뇴 am an extra-terrestrial from the planet

Vulcan.

 

George: Marty. Marty. Marty.

Marty: Hey, George, buddy, you weren뇺 at school, what have you been doing all day?

George: I over slept, look I need your help. I have to ask Loraine out but I don뇺 know how to

do it. I have to ask Loraine out but I don뇺 know how to do it.

Marty: Alright, okay listen, keep your pants on, she뇹 over in the caf獅 God, how do you do

this? What made you change your mind, George?

George: Last night, Darth Vader came down from planet Vulcan. And he told me that if I didn뇺

take Loraine, that he뇫 melt my brain.

Marty: Yeah, well uh, lets keep this brain melting stuff to ourselves, okay?

George: Oh, yeah, yeah.

Marty: Alright, okay. Alright, there she is, George. Just go in there and invite her.

George: Okay, but I don뇺 know what to say.

Marty: Just say anything, George, say what ever뇹 natural, the first thing that comes to your

mind.

George: Nothing뇹 coming to my mind.

Marty: Jesus, George, it뇹 a wonder I was ever born.

George: What, what?

Marty: Nothing, nothing, nothing, look tell her destiny has brought you together, tell her that

she뇹 the most beautiful you have ever seen. Girls like that stuff. What, what are you doing

George?

George: I뇴 writing this down, this is good stuff.

Marty: Yeah okay.

George: Oh.

Marty: Let뇹 go.

George: Oh.

Marty: Will you take care of that?

George: Right. Lou, gimme a milk, chocolate. Loraine, my density has popped me to you.

Loraine: What?

George: Oh, what I meant to day was-

Loraine: Hey, don뇺 I know you from somewhere?

George: Yes, yes, I뇴 George, George McFly, and I뇴 your density. I mean, I뇴 your destiny.

Loraine: Oh.

Biff: Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it뇹 gonna cost you. How

much money you got on you?

George: Well, Biff.

Biff: Alright, punk, now-

Marty: Whoa, whoa, Biff, what뇹 that?

Loraine: That뇹 Calvin Klein, oh my god, he뇹 a dream.

Marty: Whoa, whoa, kid, kid, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Kid: Hey.

Marty: I뇳l get it back to you, alright?

Kid: You broke it. Wow, look at him go.

Biff: Let뇹 get him.

Girl: What뇹 that thing he뇹 on?

Boy: It뇹 a board with wheels.

Loraine: He뇹 an absolute dream.

Marty: Ah. Whoa.

Biff: I뇴 gonna ram him.

Biff, Matches, 3-D, & Skinhead: Shit.

Marty: Thanks a lot, kid.

Biff: I뇴 gonna get that son-of-a-bitch.

Girlfriend #1: Where does he come from?

Girlfriend #2: Yeah, where does he live?

Loraine: I don뇺 know, but I뇴 gonna find out.

 

Doc: My god, they found me. I don뇺 know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty. My god,

they found me. I don뇺 know how but they found me. Run for it, Marty.

Marty: Doc.

Doc: Oh, hi , Marty. I didn뇺 hear you come in. Fascinating device, this video unit.

Marty: Listen, Doc, you know there뇹 something I haven뇺 told you about the night we made that

tape.

Doc: Please, Marty, don뇺 tell me, no man should know too much about their own destiny.

Marty: You don뇺 understand.

Doc: I do understand. If I know too much about my own future I could endanger my own

existence, just as you endangered yours.

Marty: Your, your right.

Doc: Let me show you my plan for sending you home. Please excuse the crudity of this model,

I didn뇺 have time to build it to scale or to paint it.

Marty: Its good.

Doc: Oh, thank you, thank you. Okay now, we run some industrial strength electrical cable

from the top of the clocktower down to spreading it over the street between two lamp posts.

Meanwhile, we out-fitted the vehicle with this big pole and hook which runs directly into the

flux-capacitor. At the calculated moment, you start off from down the street driving toward the

cable execrating to eighty-eight miles per hour. According to the flyer, at !0:04 pm lightning will

strike the clocktower sending one point twenty-one gigawatts into the flux-capacitor, sending

you back to 1985. Alright now, watch this. You wind up the car and release it, I뇳l simulate the

lightening. Ready, set, release. Huhh.

Marty: You extol me with a lot of confidence, Doc.

Doc: Don뇺 worry, I뇳l take care of the lightning, you take care of your pop. By the way, what

happened today, did he ask her out?

Marty: Uh, I think so.

Doc: What did she say? It뇹 your mom, she뇹 tracked you down. Quick, let뇹 cover the time

machine.

Loraine: Hi, Marty.

Marty: Uh, Loraine. How did you know I was here?

Loraine: I followed you.

Marty: Oh, uh, this is my Doc, Uncle, Brown.

Loraine: Hi.

Marty: Hello.

Loraine: Marty, this may seem a little foreward, but I was wondering if you would ask me to the

Enchantment Under The Sea Dance on Saturday.

Marty: Uh, you mean nobody뇹 asked you?

Loraine: No, not yet.

Marty: What about George?

Loraine: George McFly? Oh, he뇹 kinda cute and all, but, well, I think a man should be strong,

so he could stand up for himself, and protect the woman he loves. Don뇺 you?

Marty: Yeah.

 

George: I still don뇺 understand, how am I supposed to go to the dance with her, if she뇹 already

going to the dance with you.

Marty: Cause, George, she wants to go to the dance with you, she just doesn뇺 know it yet.

That뇹 why we got to show her that you, George McFly, are a fighter. Youe somebody who뇹

gonna stand up for yourself, someone who뇹 gonna protect her.

George: Yeah, but I never picked a fight in my entire life.

Marty: Your not gonna be picking a fight, Dad, dad dad daddy-o. Youe coming to a rescue,

right? Okay, let뇹 go over the plan again. 8:55, where are you gonna be.

George: I뇴 gonna be at the dance.

Marty: Right, and where am I gonna be?

George: Youe gonna be in the car with her.

Marty: Right, okay, so right around 9:00 she뇹 gonna get very angry with me.

George: Why is she gonna get angry with you?

Marty: Well, because George, nice girls get angry when guys take advantage of them.

George: Ho, you mean youe gonna touch her on her-

Marty: No, no, George, look, it뇹 just an act, right? Okay, so 9:00 youe 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.

George: Oh, uh, hey you, get your damn hands off her. Do you really think I oughta swear?

Marty: Yes, definitely, god-dammit George, swear. Okay, so now, you come up, you punch me

in the stomach, I뇴 out for the count, right? And you and Loraine live happily ever after.

George: Oh, you make it sound so easy. I just, I wish I wasn뇺 so scared.

Marty: George, there뇹 nothing to be scared of. All it takes is a little self confidence. You know,

if you put your mind to it, you could accomplish anything.

 

Radio: This Saturday night, mostly clear, with some scattered clouds. Lows in the upper

forties.

Doc: Are you sure about this storm?

Marty: When could weathermen predict the weather, let alone the future.

Doc: You know Marty, I뇴 gonna be very sad to see you go. You뇼e really mad a difference in

my life, you뇼e given me something to shoot for. Just knowing, that I뇴 gonna be around to se

1985, that I뇴 gonna succeed in this. That I뇴 gonna have a chance to travel through time. It뇹

going to be really hard waiting 30 years before I could talk to you about everything that뇹

happened in the past few days. I뇴 really gonna miss you, Marty.

Marty: I뇴 really gonna miss you. Doc, about the future-

Doc: No, Marty, we뇼e already agreed that having information about the future could be

extremely dangerous. Even if your intentions are good, they could backfire drastically.

Whatever you뇼e got to tell me I뇳l find out through the natural course of time.

 

Marty: Dear Doctor Brown, on the night that I go back in time, you will be shot by terrorists.

Please take whatever precautions are necessary to prevent this terrible disaster. Your friend,

Marty.

 

Cop: Evening, Doctor Brown, what뇹 with the wire?

Doc: Oh, just a little weather experiment.

Cop: What you got under here?

Doc: Oh no, don뇺 touch that. That뇹 some new specialized weather sensing equipment.

Cop: You got a permit for that?

Doc: Of course I do. Just a second, let뇹 see if I could find it.

 

Marty: Do you mind if we park for a while?

Loraine: That뇹 a great idea. I뇫 love to park.

Marty: Huh?

Loraine: Well, Marty, I뇴 almost eighteen-years-old, it뇹 not like I뇼e never parked before.

Marty: What?

Loraine: Marty, you seem so nervous, is something wrong?

Marty: No no. Loraine, Loraine, what are you doing?

Loraine: I swiped it from the old lady뇹 liquor cabinet.

Marty: Yeah well, you shouldn뇺 drink.

Loraine: Why not?

Marty: Because, you might regret it later in life.

Loraine: Marty, don뇺 be such a square. Everybody who뇹 anybody drinks.

Marty: Jesus, you smoke too?

Loraine: Marty, youe beginning to sound just like my mother.

 

Marvin Barry: Wee gonna take a little break but we뇳l be back in a while so, don뇺 nobody go

no where.

 

Loraine: Marty, why are you so nervous?

Marty: Loraine, have you ever, uh, been in a situation where you know you had to act a certain

way but when you got there, you didn뇺 know if you could go through with it?

Loraine: Oh, you mean how youe supposed to act on a first date.

Marty: Ah well, sort of.

Loraine: I think I know exactly what you mean.

Marty: You do?

Loraine: You know what I do in those situations?

Marty: What?

Loraine: I don뇺 worry. this is all wrong. I don뇺 know what it is but when I kiss you, it뇹 like

kissing my brother. I guess that doesn뇺 make any sense, does it?

Marty: Well, you mean, it makes perfect sense.

Biff: You cost three-hundred buck damage to my car, you son-of-a-bitch. And I뇴 gonna take it

out of your ass. Hold him.

Loraine: Let him go, Biff, youe drunk.

Biff: Well looky what we have here. No no no, youe staying right here with me.

Loraine: Stop it.

Biff: C뇴on.

Loraine: Stop it.

Biff: C뇴on.

Marty: Leave her alone, you bastard.

Biff: You guys, take him in back and I뇳l be right there. Well c뇴on, this ain뇺 no peep show.

 

Skinhead: Let뇹 put him in there.

3-D: Yeah.

Skinhead: That뇹 for messing up my hair.

Starlighter: The hell you doing to my car?

3-D: Hey beat it, spook, this don뇺 concern you.

Marvin Barry: Who are you calling spook, pecker-wood.

Skinhead: Hey, hey listen guys. Look, I don뇺 wanna mess with no reefer addicts, okay?

Marty: C뇴on, open up, let me out of here, Yo.

Marvin Barry: Lorenzo, wheree you keys?

Marty: The keys are in the trunk.

Marvin Barry: Say that again.

Marty: I said the keys are in here.

 

George: Hey you, get your damn hands off, oh.

Biff: I think you got the wrong car, McFly.

Loraine: George, help me, please.

Biff: Just turn around, McFly, and walk away. Are you deaf, McFly? Close the door and beat it.

George: No, Biff, you leave her alone.

Biff: Alright, McFly, youe asking for it, and now youe gonna get it.

Loraine: Biff, stop it. Biff, youe breaking his arm. Biff, stop.

 

Marvin Barry: Give me a hand, Lorenzo. Ow, dammit, man, I sliced my hand.

Marty: Who뇹 are these?

Starlighter: Thanks, thanks a lot.

 

Loraine: Youe gonna break his arm. Biff, leave him alone. Let him go. Let him go.

George: Are you okay?

Girlfriend: Who is that guy.

Boyfriend: That뇹 George McFly.

Girlfriend: That뇹 George McFly?

Marty: Excuse me.

 

Doc: The storm.

 

Marty: Hey guys, you gotta get back in there and finish the dance.

Starlighter: Hey man, look at Marvin뇹 hand. He can뇺 play with his hands like that, and we

can뇺 play without him.

Marty: Yeah well look, Marvin, Marvin, you gotta play. See that뇹 where they kiss for the first

time on the dance floor. And if there뇹 no music, they can뇺 dance, and if they can뇺 dance, they

can뇺 kiss, and if they can뇺 kiss, they can뇺 fall in love and I뇴 history.

Marvin Barry: Hey man, the dance is over. Unless you know someone else who could play the

guitar.

 

Marvin Barry: This is for all you lovers out there.

Loraine: George, aren뇺 you gonna kiss me?

George: I, I don뇺 know.

Obnoxious Kid: Scram, McFly.

Starlighter: Hey boy, are you alright?

Marty: I can뇺 play.

Loraine: George. George.

Marty: George.

George: Excuse me.

Marvin Barry: Yeah man, that was good. Let뇹 do another one.

Marty: Uh, well, I gotta go.

Marvin Barry: C뇴on man, let뇹 do something that really cooks.

Marty: Something that really cooks. Alright, alright this is an oldie, but uh, it뇹 an oldie where I

come from. Alright guys, let뇹 do some blues riff in b, watch me for the changes, and uh, try and

keep up, okay.

Boyfriend: Hey George, heard you laid out Biff, nice going.

Girlfriend: George: you ever think of running for class president?

Marvin Barry: John, John, its　 your cousin. Your cousin Marvin Barry, you know that new

sound youe lookin for, well listen to this.

Marty: I guess you guys aren뇺 ready for that yet. But your kids are gonna love it.

 

Marty: Loraine.

Loraine: Marty, that was very interesting music.

Marty: Uh, yeah.

Loraine: I hope you don뇺 mind but George asked if he could take me home.

Marty: Great good, good, Loraine, I had a feeling about you two.

Loraine: I have a feeling too.

Marty: Listen, I gotta go but I wanted to tell you that it뇹 been educational.

Loraine: Marty, will we ever see you again?

Marty: I guarantee it.

George: Well, Marty, I want to thank you for all your good advise, I뇳l never forget it.

Marty: Right, George. Well, good luck you guys. Oh, one other thing, if you guys ever have

kids and one of them when he뇹 eight years old, accidentally sets fire to the living room rug, be

easy on him.

George: Okay.

Loraine: Marty, such a nice name.

 

Doc: Damn, where is that kid. Damn. Damn damn. Youe late, do you have no concept of

time?

Marty: Hey c뇴on, I had to change, you think I뇴 going back in that zoot suit? The old man

really came through it worked.

Doc: What?

Marty: He laid out Biff in one punch. I never knew he had it in him. He never stood up to Biff in

his life.

Doc: Never?

Marty: No, why, what뇹 a matter?

Doc: Alright, let뇹 set your destination time. This is the exact time you left. I뇴 gonna send you

back at exactly the same time. It뇹 be like you never left. Now, I painted a white line on the

street way over there, that뇹 where you start from. I뇼e calculated the distance and wind

resistance fresh to active from the moment the lightning strikes, at exactly 7 minutes and 22

seconds. When this alarm goes off you hit the gas.

Marty: Right.

Doc: Well, I guess that뇹 everything.

Marty: Thanks.

Doc: Thank you. In about thirty years.

Marty: I hope so.

Doc: Don뇺 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.

Marty: Right.

Doc: What뇹 the meaning of this.

Marty: You뇳l find out in thirty years.

Doc: It뇹 about the future, isn뇺 it?

Marty: Wait a minute.

Doc: It뇹 information about the future isn뇺 it. I warned you about this kid. The consequences

could be disastrous.

Marty: Now that뇹 a risk you뇳l have to take youe life depends on it.

Doc: No, I refuse to except the responsibility.

Marty: In that case, I뇳l tell you strait out.

Doc: Oh, great scott. You get the cable, I뇳l throw the rope down to you.

Marty: Right, I got it.

Doc: Ahh.

Marty: Doc.

Doc: C뇴on, c뇴on let뇹 go.

Marty: Alright, take it up, go. Doc.

Doc: Huh?

Marty: I have to tell you about the future.

Doc: Huh?

Marty: I have to tell you about the future.

Doc: Ahh.

Marty: On the night I go back in time, you get- Doc.

Doc: Ohh, no.

Marty: No, Doc.

Doc: Look at the time, you뇼e got less than 4 minutes, please hurry.

Marty: Yeah.

 

Marty: Dammit, Doc, why did you have to tear up that letter? If only I had more time. Wait a

minute, I got all the time I want I got a time machine, I뇳l just go back and warn him. 10 minutes

oughta do it. Time-circuits on, flux-capacitor fluxing, engine running, alright. No, no no no no,

c뇴on c뇴on. C뇴on c뇴on, here we go, this time. Please, please, c뇴on.

Doc: Ahh.

Marty: Doc.

Doc: Yoo.

 

Red: Crazy drunk drivers.

Marty: Wow, ah Red, you look great. Everything looks great. 1:24, I still got time. Oh my god.

No, no not again, c뇴on, c뇴on. Hey. Libyans.

Marty: No, bastards.

Libyan: Go.

Marty: Doc, Doc. Oh, no. Youe alive. Bullet proof vest, how did you know, I never got a

chance to tell you. About all that talk about screwing up future events, the space time

continuum.

Doc: Well, I figured, what the hell.

 

Marty: About how far ahead are you going?

Doc: About 30 years, it뇹 a nice round number.

Marty: Look me up when you get there, guess I뇳l be about 47.

Doc: I will.

Marty: Take care.

Doc: You too.

Marty: Alright, good-bye Einy. Oh, watch that re-entry, it뇹 a little bumpy.

Doc: You bet.

 

Marty: What a nightmare.

Lynda: Oh, if Paul calls me tell him I뇴 working at the boutique late tonight.

David: Lynda, first of all, I뇴 not your answering service. Second of all, somebody named Greg

or Craig called you just a little while ago.

Lynda: Now which one was it, Greg or Craig?

David: I don뇺 know, I can뇺 keep up with all of your boyfriends.

Marty: What the hell is this?

Lynda: Breakfast.

David: What did you sleep in your clothes again last night.

Marty: Yeah, yeah what are you wearing, Dave.

David: Marty, I always wear a suit to the office. You alright?

Marty: Yeah.

Loraine: I think we need a rematch.

George: Oh, oh a rematch, why, were you cheating?

Loraine: No.

George: Hello.

Loraine: Good morning.

Marty: Mom, Dad.

Loraine: Marty, are you alright?

David: Did you hurt your head?

Marty: you guys look great. Mom, you look so thin.

Loraine: Why thank you, Marty. George. Good morning, sleepyhead, Good morning, Dave,

Lynda

David: Good morning, Mom.

Lynda: Good morning, Mom. Oh, Marty, I almost forgot, Jennifer Parker called.

Loraine: Oh, I sure like her, Marty, she is such a sweet girl. Isn뇺 tonight the night of the big

date?

Marty: What, what, ma?

Loraine: Well, aren뇺 you going up to the lake tonight, you뇼e been planning it for two weeks.

Marty: Well, ma, we talked about this, wee not gonna go to the lake, the car뇹 wrecked.

George: Wrecked?

David: Wrecked? When did this happen and-

George: Quiet down, I뇴 sure the car is fine.

David: Why am I always the last one to know about these things.

George: See, there뇹 Biff out there waxing it right now. Now, Biff, I wanna make sure that we

get two coats of wax this time, not just one.

Biff: Just finishing up the second coat now.

George: Now Biff, don뇺 con me.

Biff: I뇴, I뇴 sorry, Mr. McFly, I mean, I was just starting on the second coat.

George: That Biff, what a character. Always trying to get away with something. Been on top of

Biff ever since high school. Although, if it wasn뇺 for him-

Loraine: We never would have fallen in love.

George: That뇹 right.

Biff: Mr. McFly, Mr. McFly, this just arrived, oh hi Marty. I think it뇹 your new book.

Loraine: Ah, honey, your first novel.

George: Like I always told you, if you put your mind to it you could accomplish anything.

Biff: Oh, oh Marty, here뇹 you keys. Youe all waxed up, ready for tonight.

Marty: Keys?

 

Jennifer: How about a ride, Mister?

Marty: Jennifer, oh are you a sight for sore eyes. Let me look at you.

Jennifer: Marty, youe acting like you haven뇺 seen me in a week.

Marty: I haven뇺

Jennifer: You okay, is everything alright?

Marty: Aw yeah, everything is great.

Doc: Marty you gotta come back with me.

Marty: Where?

Doc: Back to the future.

Marty: Wait a minute, what are you doing, Doc?

Doc: I need fuel. Go ahead, quick, get in the car.

Marty: No no no, Doc, I just got here, okay, Jennifer뇹 here, wee gonna take the new truck for

a spin.

Doc: Well, bring her along. This concerns her too.

Marty: Wait a minute, Doc. What are you talking about? What happens to us in the future?

What do we become assholes or something?

Doc: No no no no no, Marty, both you and Jennifer turn out fine. It뇹 your kids, Marty,

something has got to be done about your kids.

Marty: Hey, Doc, we better back up, we don뇺 have enough roads to get up to 88.

Doc: Roads? Where wee going we don뇺 need roads.